A Letter To My Best Friend Novels & Stories

“I’ll make time this week so we can do all that we planned to do.” “Liv, you don’t have to stress yourself….” “I want to.” She said and then she put an arm around me. “I miss my best friend.” “I miss my best friend too.” I told her softly. “So, what do you say bestie. Would you be my date to the homecoming dance?” She asked me with one raised eyebrow. How did we get here? I wondered. I wanted to tell her about Brad and I. I needed to but somehow this whole conversation had changed things.

This might just be a torn out card laying aimlessly on the ground that I found. Killian is not so stupid to send a letter to me when he knows I'm the best friend of his fiancée who he has some sort of disagreement with. .... Unless he actually is.

He also left me a letter that I read when I got home. "Man, if you're reading this then I'm dead. That sucks. I'm hoping you're in your sixties when you get this but I got a feeling that if you're getting what I wanted you to have, it's a lot earlier. I can't tell you what you meant to me. For the first time in my life I had a friend. A friend that didn't give a damn about how much I had or what I could do for him, but a guy who just wanted to hang out, maybe fish and have a few beers.

She had found someone she could trust with her darkest secrets and her scars. Even if I wished that were me, I was just glad that my little mouse had found comfort somewhere. I had made her feel safe in different ways; I knew that. With a deep sigh, I took the letters to my desk, browsing through them. There was a date on each one, and I started with the oldest. “…There are some things I don't talk about with anyone, not even my best friend. Well, this note became a bit longer than I intended. But letter writing has always helped me when I feel down. So maybe it will do the same for you.”

"Charles, should I announce it, or do you want to?" ‎ ‎"You do the honors, Arthur," Charles said smoothly, taking a quiet sip of his coffee. ‎ ‎"Well, since you girls have been working so hard in school," my dad continued, "I was thinking... since I'm back in town for the week, why don't we all take a trip to my mountain cabin this weekend? Just the four of us, a little getaway before I fly back out to Country K." ‎ ‎My heart did an excited flip in my chest as my mind flooded with how Charles is gonna fuck me. ‎ ‎

X Now go to our favourite coffee shop. When I get there the girls greet me with huge smiles and hugs as they giggle. “Girls what’s going on?” “You’ll figure it out, but we are so happy for you Emmy.” OMG. NO. HE ISN’T. A letter this time, it’s short and simple. But the last line reads ‘You’. And so the question slowly starts to form. “Have fun gorgeous.” I give each of my best friends a big kiss on the cheek and squeeze.

“Dearest Aurie: By the time you get this, you’ll have had your birthday and shifted. It absolutely kills me to miss it. I dreamed about it for so long. Well, I honestly don’t even know if you’ll get this or when. I have no idea where you’re actually living now I suppose and that kills me too. I just … fucking miss my best friend. I miss your laugh, your smile, your everything. Maybe it isn’t fair for me to even write, and probably get you upset. But I just had to do it.

It felt soft in the hands but somehow, it felt like the words inside it was heavy. Gently, I tore open the letter, my eyes getting blurred from the contents. The tiny handwriting incripted perfectly into the letter made my chest tightened as I read. Dear Ava, Our friendship within the past weeks has been fun, your smile, your laughter and your courage. Most times I get intimidated by your courage. I know you must be thinking that I had betrayed our friendship but I swear on our bond, I will forever be a loyal friend. You must be thinking about going to save Caleb but I beg you, Logan has his eyes everywhere. I will be back soon, I just need to get some things right.

I’ll be out soon, when Kingston returns my sunny days will return too, he makes me happy. Today, Gareth dropped me off. I didn’t have to ride with Sera, Audrey, Rita, and Hannah. That itself felt like a breather. A much, much, much-needed breather. Having avoided them all morning, I keep to the quiet corners for the rest of the day, but somehow, like always, tragedy strikes when I escape to the gymnasium during free period to write my best friend a letter. I sit on the floor and begin scribbling. Dear Kingston,

I stared at the screen not paying it much attention. Instead, my mind was hyper-focused on what had just happened. Was I reading into this too much? Probably. Zack was a very loyal guy so it was probably just a friendly peck on the head. Yeah, that's what it was, a friendly kiss on the head given to me by my best and only friend. My best friend, damn my life. You can say that again.