Toby and Francis have been friends since they were ten years old, meeting due to their neighboring houses. They instantly clicked and began to share countless memories with each other, leading them to become inseparable. A best friend was what both of them needed. They believed their friendship would last till eternity but when Francis' Mum falls ill Francis is taken into foster care, at the age of fourteen, and instantly loses all contact with Toby. Will this stay this way for the rest of his life or will fate reunite them? If so, will they be as close as they had been or will it have become too late to repair their friendship? “When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.” ― Henri J.M. NouwenAll Rights Reserved
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By continuing, you agree to Wattpad's Terms of Service and Privacy Policy.Toby and Francis have been friends since they were ten years old, meeting due to their neighboring houses. They instantly clicked and began to share countless memories with each other, leading them to become inseparable. A best friend was what both of them needed. They believed their friendship would last till eternity but when Francis' Mum falls ill Francis is taken into foster care, at the age of fourteen, and instantly loses all contact with Toby. Will this stay this way for the rest of his life or will fate reunite them? If so, will they be as close as they had been or will it have become too late to repair their friendship? “When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.” ― Henri J.M. Nouwen
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