It was the last day of 11th grade, you and Wilbur had been friends since 3rd grade. The summer's were always the hardest for you because you two never saw each other during that period of time and he was the one constant in your life and the person you cared the most about. He had been with you through everything, highs, lows, everything. He was your world. You knew after this year it would be months before you two spoke again. Even longer after you two finish high school. It hurt you..a lot more than you'd admit to him. You knew he hurt too. You two were walking to your last class period when you both collectively decided to skip it to go to the back yard of the school under the tree where you two met. You sat there tearing up as did he whilst you both tried to figure out a way to stay together.