A Letter For Best Friend Novels & Stories

Grant this poor commoner a chance to see what is the high society looks like! I am very excited to see you again, Señorita! Your Only Handsome Bestfriend, Kaiden” The letter quite unexpected to the point I could not help but giggle. Kaiden is such a chatter box, but it gave me useful information even though it was just some grain of salt. At least I have some heads on what may happen, I might not trust him completely but I do see him as friend. Yeah. The very first friend I made here.

Aria’s POV “Oh, Aria,” she said, smiling sheepishly. “Don't take that to heart,” she continued, reaching out as if to brush my arm. “I was upset, emotional… you know me. I just… I miss you. You’re my best friend and you always will be.” Best friend? The words that used to anchor me once now twisted in my gut like a blade. I forced a small smile, masking the disgust churning in my stomach. She didn’t know I had her letter. She didn’t know her little game was already unraveling.

I hope you haven’t forgotten about me already. Your best friend forever, (Despite the long distance) Ian. I could feel the tears start to stream down my face, falling over the letters in the box. I continued anyway, needing to read every letter, even if I became dehydrated from all the crying. Dearest Red, I'm writing this letter with a heavy heart. I feel like I've lost my best friend, and I don't know what to do.

I don't think I'd be able to live through that kind of pain, but my best friend is strong. I knock on her door and go into her room, she's on her bed with a pen and paper on her lap. “Hey, what are you up to?” I asked her as I went to sit by her side. “I thought I would write a letter to Morana, thanking her for taking such good care of Luna and explaining to her why we can't be there and also to tell Luna that we love her.” Her voice catches on her last sentence and I can tell that none of this is easy for her.

She handed me a letter which she said was the only thing they found at her house. ****** Hey Everyone, If you guys are reading this letter, it means I am gone. I know you all might hate me for this but everything happened so suddenly that I couldn't inform anyone of you. I have to say a lot of things to you all and I will try to cover the maximum parts in this letter. Riddhi, you were not my friend but my sister. Thank you so much for taking my stand whenever needed. You never let me feel inferior and when you befriended me I knew I could confide in you.

It is, right? Let: No, never stupid. It’s not stupid, nothing you say is stupid. It’s fine. I get it, I do. I feel safe within our letters too because I can tell you anything without being judged. I have a lot of friends but they have this image of me and I have to keep up appearances. I asked for the number because sometimes I don’t want to wait too long for your reply. If this will help, I promise not to stop sending the letters. I don’t have a shoebox but I keep yours in a box in my closet. I reread our letters sometimes. Lol. Now I sound cheesy.

' Dear Justin ! If you are reading this letter , make sure mom doesn't see you , because you are the only one who will know what I really have to say . All the time that we have spent together was the thing that lessened my sadness in that horrible place because I knew that I would always have a friend that would support me regardless of what happens . You were more than just a brother to me , you were my teammate , my best friend , the only one with whom I could share my worries with . Thank you for being my brother !

“Chivalry’s dead—and you know that’s not my name.” “Your crusty lips aren’t chivalry. Use my name, and I’ll use yours.” I smile—that’s my girl. Brandi laughs, handing him a plate. “Crusty? Women write sonnets about these lips. Right, Pineapples?” “I’ve heard a few,” she agrees, earning scowls from Gianna and me. “You’re supposed to be *my* best friend, B.” *And my woman,* I want to add but can’t.

But fuck it, I was done. “Thank you,” I said to Jake. “Best friends forever and always.” He chuckled. Then we chorused, “Best friends till I die.” “I love you, okay?” he said. “I love you too, Jake.”

“You’re magic, you know that?” She tilted her head. “Magic?” “Yeah,” I said quietly. “You always know how to pull me out of a bad headspace. Even when I don’t realize I need it.” She smiled, then bumped my knee with hers. “That’s what best friends are for, right?” I looked at her a beat too long. Best friends, she said. But the way my chest tightened… it was something else. I didn’t say it out loud, but in that moment, I knew: