caving in crumbling in

They’d moved out together sophomore year. A smaller place than the one they have now, one easily affordable for two nearly-broke twenty-year-olds and within walking distance of their local Starbucks. They didn’t have to share a room anymore, but most nights would still see Carrie sprawled with her homework on Avery’s bed while Avery worked at her desk, speakers softly playing Count Basie. And it was kind of ridiculously perfect. Carrie wished it would last forever – and it did, until Phil, and until Ethan.People have to grow up sometime, she supposes. Doesn’t mean it hurts any less.