A Letter To My Best Friend Novels & Stories

If fate is real, it won’t need my fear to survive. And if it isn’t, then what we had was still real enough. I closed the journal slowly. I pressed it to my chest. “I don’t need to send these,” I told myself. “They’re not for them.” I stood and walked to the window. “They’re for the version of me that stayed silent.” Later, I video-called my best friend. “You look lighter,” she said immediately. “I wrote letters,” I replied. “And sent them?” “No.” She smiled knowingly. “Then they worked.”

Either way, Milla’s stories were better than those. I could feel the tears I thought I no longer had threatened to come out again. Before it could, I moved on to Milla’s letter, taking a deep breath as I braced myself for the rollercoaster of emotions I was certain I was going to experience. ‘Alessandra, my bestest friend in the entire world. I’m going to keep this short and sweet because I know how much you hate all the drama and I’m sure you’re already giving me the stink eye for once again planning behind your back, but hey, you’re good at school and I’m good at surprises!

He’s coming for all of us. I stumbled back into the hallway, the letter crumpling in my grip. “Bud?” Raven turned, his smile fading as he took in my expression. “What’s wrong?” I thrust the letter at him. My voice came out raw, shaking. “When were you going to tell me? That this bastard is sending threats to my best friend? Is she the only one getting these, or—” My breath hitched. The room spun. My chest was too tight, too small—

Then i remembered what i wanted to tell him, 'There goes my chance' i muttered angrily. Dear Aurora It's been a while since we met, just kidding we met only once. but I still remember the time we spent together vividly. I felt an instant connection with you, and I was convinced that we could have been really good friends if we had met under different circumstances. I hope this letter finds you in good health and high spirits.

My hand shook but I kept going. Dear Riley, Thank you for everything. For standing up for me last night when your mom wanted me gone. For the breakfast and the almost kiss and for making me feel like I was not completely alone even if it is just for a few days. You are chaotic and loud and you make me laugh even when I want to cry. I am sorry I am the heavy thing in your life right now. Take care of yourself. I mean it. You'll always be my best friend I love you.

"You're officially the best person I've ever met." Luther chuckles, shaking his head as he turns onto our street. "Hope you regret bein' mean to me all damn day." I grab another fry, warmth settling into my stomach for the first time all night. "Maybe a little." "Mm-hm." "But in my defense," I add quickly, pointing a fry at him. "I was in the middle of a tiny little Menty-B." "You said I was built like an air fryer." I nearly inhale the fry in my mouth.

I took it with some trepidation because I already knew the dangerous news it would convey. "Lucy, thank you for welcoming me into your home and your life. I will be truly grateful to you for showing me that the friendship of a stranger is much more valuable than all the friendships I already have with my old friends. Thank you for putting up with me and going along with all my craziness; you're the best. I know you hate that I'm emotional and cheesy, but I genuinely appreciate you. I hope we meet again someday in life. Don't miss me too much. I'm sorry for not saying goodbye, but I prefer not to do it in person, as I know I'm not brave enough not to cry. Plus, this way, I make sure we'll mee

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.

I truly owed my best friend the world. Forcing myself to maintain some speck of civility, I calmly opened the letter and pulled out the paper inside. I scanned the document quickly, and then again slower, as if that might change the results.

Love, Dina Marie ___________________________ September 11, 2015 Dear Maisie, (This thing is called a letter, please pick up a pen and paper to reply to me. You told me you love being my best friend because I'm so old-fashioned, so prove it.) I am not doing anything sketchy. So, please do not follow me around. I promised you that I had changed, didn't I? Please, just focus on taking care of your sick boyfriend. I will be fine.