Novel & Cerita Best Friend Letters

“Because you threatened to knock on the door which is a way worse option.” A small look passed through his eyes. Not a smile. Something darker. “Good. Then you understand I don’t make empty threats.” The car felt too small. I could still remember his mouth on me. I could still remember the way he said my name last night. I hated that my body remembered it too. “This can’t happen again,” I said. “Then say it like you mean it.” “I do mean it.” He watched my mouth when I spoke. “You mean you’re going back to the man who put your best friend in your place??”

I pulled her in and kissed her cheeks, feeling her fear. Fear wasn’t an emotion that was around my best friend a lot and so, I made sure to be comforting now that she needed me. It was fine if she loved girls. I would never judge her for that and though I was hurt that she had hidden this part of her away from me, it wasn’t about me. It was about her. “I’m your person. You can count on me,” I promised Lis. I felt the tightness around her loosen up and her shoulder crashed in relief.

A folder named for me. ‘For Ashley.’ Inside was a letter, dated May 25th, 2025. ‘Dear Ashley, If I ever get the chance to see you again, I would say these words to you. I would tell you that you were the best friend I ever had, even though you never accepted me. I would tell you that you were the best sister a girl could have, even though you never wanted me to say so. I would tell you that you were my icon. My role model, even though you failed me more than once.

"I'm sorry too. I should have been honest. With you. With her." We didn't make plans to see each other. We didn't declare anything. But something shifted—a door opening, just a crack. Maybe, someday, we could be friends. Real friends. Without the mess. I wrote Ava another letter. Not the kind I'd left in her locker—desperate, pleading, full of excuses. But an honest one. The kind I'd never send. Dear Ava,

"Consider it a gift. An apology for being a terrible friend." "You're not a terrible friend." "I've been so focused on Mason and Vincent that I forgot to be there for you." She stopped. "You're my best friend, Lucy. And I've been treating you like a problem to be solved." "Sloane—" "I'm sorry." Her voice cracked. "I should have been better." I pulled her into a hug. "You're fine," I said. "You've always been there for me. Even when you were being a pain in the ass."

A beautiful friendship displayed, a bond like no other not hidden and true happiness shown through our eyes. There's a deep meaning behind this picture, this is the picture I cried over, I'd looked it over so many times because I was calling out to him, wanting him to come back, wanting him to come back to me. My best friend. I take a seat on one of the steps, grabbing a hold of the many letters on the floor. There are dfferent coloured envelopes with different types of style writing yet his words. Oh God his words. He'd written to me but how is it possible that I never saw none of these?

If you are interested in having a conversation with me about Danny, you can come visit me with the address that is at the back of the paper. Also, I sent you a picture of me. If you take a good look at it, you will notice that I look different now. You may not be able to remember me because I have gone through a lot of adjustments. They were necessary if I wanted to forget my past and start all over again. If you ever wondered how I got this letter inside your school bag, then you need to remember that you have a best friend whose name is Goodness. I hope I can see you today if it is possible. God bless you and your family.

“I would've loved to sing to you, but I don't want to interrupt Asia's sleep again before she swears for me.” Both Yomi and Idara laughed at that. “See, Yomee, I don't have the strength for long talk.” Idara continued almost immediately. “I just want to let you know that you are the best best friend in the whole wide world. I cross my heart.” “Haha.” For some reason, Yomi found Idara's words highly hilarious. “Well, yes, I know that, too. I'm just too much. The last of my kind; extremely rare.”

She said and I looked at the names on every envelopes. “Open yours” I gave the envelope and she ripped it. She started to read it out loud. Hey bestie, I’m going somewhere for awhile and I trust you with my apartment and these letters. Please give it to them safely and as you read this please don’t lok for me and don’t worry about me okay? I’ll be fine. I’ll comeback soon. Thankyou for being my bestfriend for the past years and as for the keys of my apartment. It’s yours. You always sad that my apartment is your dream apartment. Go there and it’s all yours!

She seemed pleasant so it made sense, “Write a letter to Damian. Thank him for helping you and let him know you still want to be friends. It might help because he might want to come here and explain everything to you." I immediately grabbed a pen and paper, and I poured my heart into a letter, expressing my gratitude to Damian for his role in my liberation. Despite it all, I affirmed my desire to remain friends. I had liked our friendship because of this and I wanted it to go back to the way it was.