My Youth is Yours (Phil x Reader)

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Phil's POV

The truce didn't last long...

These fights continued for a whole month, getting worse and worse every passing day.

Y/N started going to Jake when she was upset.

Sure, we continued to make up for our disagreements, but I can't do it.

I just can't be fighting with the girl I love only to make up and then have another fight the very next day.

How did things come this far in just a short amount of time?

It hurt to send the text. It really did. But it has to be done..

Your POV

Philly <3: Meet me at the park in an hour? We need to talk. Urgently.

Reading the text makes me tremble. This was the first form of communication between us since our fight this morning.

I don't want to go. I'm scared of what will be said, what will be done. I don't want to lose Phil.

~Time skip~

I take in a deep, shaky breath as I stand outside the park. I don't want to go in. But I have to. Even if I leave with the remains of my heart in my trembling hands, my best friend needs me.

I spot him under a tree. The tree we used to spend most of our childhood under, playing chasies around the trunk and climbing so high into the depths of it's green leaves to hide from the world below.

As I get closer, I notice the look of sorrow on his face. I keep walking until I'm right next to him.

"Phil?" He quickly glances at me but looks back to the ground. "Can you tell me what's going on?"

I hear a sniffle. "I can't do this, Y/N." His voice is wobbly, almost as if he's about to cry. "These fights, making up just to fight again, I hate it. I hate that you're the one breaking my heart, and I'm the one breaking yours. I hate that you look at me with your heart eyes, then look at Jake the same way. I hate that before you met him not even a puddle could get between us, now it feels as if there's oceans distancing us. You're a thief, Y/N. You stole my heart from day one, and I didn't stop you. I let you keep it, take care of it, treasure it. But you crushed it. You drained the love from it and threw it away."

A tear slips down my cheek. "What are you trying to say, Phil?"

He sniffs again and looks up, locking eyes with mine. It's then I see his cheeks are stained with tears. "We can't be friends, Y/N," he chokes. "I've always wanted to be more. But I can't. I don't have those model looks or that 'interesting' life you want me to. And the longer we stay friends, the stronger my love for you gets, the longer these fights happen, and the more my heart slowly turns to dust. I'm sorry."

My lip trembles and more tears spill from my eyes. I look down, trying to hold back the tears and gain some strength for what I'm going to say next. I wipe my eyes and sniff, then look back up at Phil.

"Goodbye, Phil." And like that, I leave. It's not until I leave that park that I start to run. I keep running until I get into my room and collapse onto my bed in tears. I couldn't let Phil see me like this. He's already broken enough, I didn't need him to regret anything.

I'm not angry at him. It was good of him to end this. I knew that one day, this friendship would break us. And here's the day.

Phil's words keep running through my head.

"You're the one breaking my heart, and I'm the one breaking yours."

"I hate that you look at me with your heart eyes."

"Not even a puddle could get between us, now it feels as if there's oceans distancing us."

"You're a thief, Y/N. You stole my heart from day one, and I didn't stop you. I let you keep it, take care of it, treasure it. But you crushed it. You drained the love from it and threw it away."

Thinking of it again makes me hate myself. I did this. I could blame Phil. I could blame Jake. But I won't. It's my fault.

It's over now. This was our fate. To meet, to fall in love, and to end it in heartbreak.