"He was my cold and broken hallelujah"
Wesley Ashworth has always been my bestfriend for as long as I can remember. I don't remember a day without Wesley, he just always was. The only thing separating us was the fence straight down the middle of our back yards. The fence never did it's job of keeping us apart, we always found our way to each other, either going over, around and even once, under the fence. In spite of the fact that the fence only stood 3 feet tall. When we were five I would stand on my tip-toes and stretch to try and just meet eyes with Wesley, managing only to see a few tufts of caramel colored curls. He was my protector and friend. He tried to protect me from everything, even when we were little, he never wanted me to get hurt. Funny how things turn out. The one who tries to protect you, is the one who ends up hurting you the most.
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3,000 Miles
RomanceAnnabeth and Wesley, best friends since forever. The only thing separating them? A fence running through their back yard. As they grow up, they may find it's more than a fence keeping them apart.
