Best Friend Poems To Make You Cry Novels & Stories

I couldn’t see them through the tears that welled in my eyes. This was it… My best friend was likely dying and I froze up, crying like a child.

, I said as I looked at myself in the mirror, admiring my beauty. "Okay then, I will pick you up in the next 10minutes" Edin, my best friend said as he ended the call. Meanwhile, as I was looking at the mirror, my mind flashed back to the days we became friends and gradually best friends. Just like yesterday, I laughed remembering how I was a popular girl which no one could pass without glancing at and I was also a troublesome girl(that was part of my hobby).

I sobbed, not just cried, no, I was full on snotty nose, fat juicy tears ,and moaning wales that heaved my whole body up and down. I cried for Charlie, my best friend, the only one who laughed at my jokes and was willing to poke fun at our shared pain. I cried for Sammy and Sydney, the twins, (honestly still surprised by that) and for the good life they used to have and lost. I cried for me, for my pathetic meaningless existence that I hated.

Nikona's words slice through the air, pierce through my skin and the pain in my chest heightened to the level that I was gasping for air to fill up my lungs. Grief wells up in my stomach, the gut wrenching twist makes me gag then a cry full of agony and heartbreak reverberates out of my throat.I pull her lifeless body close to my chest, wrapping my arm around her tightly whilst my shoulders shook with each howl of tortured pain. She is not with me anymore. My best friend is gone. All because of me. I cry harder to the point my throat burns. A rough hand clasped around my arm.I darted my red eyes to Nikona who was looking down at me with a blank face.

And if you do, please tell him that I am sorry, I never wanted him to live the life that I lived. I wish you all the best love in the world. I love you. From your best friend." And then again, another fresh round of tears

“I just feel so emotional because you’re the bestest friend a girl could ever have, and I wanted you to know I love you.” Before you come at me, I’ve been using the word ‘Bestest’ since I heard Nicki Minaj rap it in a song called BedRock. It weirdly made sense. “Aww, Babe,” she says, her own eyes watering. “I love you too.” “Why are you crying?” I ask, my voice catching. “Because you’re crying,” she sniffles, fanning her face. We both burst out laughing through our tears, probably looking ridiculous to everyone else, but I don’t care.

Georgia's POV. “Why are you crying?” She asked, her arms crossing over one another. I drove a hand over my face, wiping my tears as fast as I could while racking my head for the perfect reply. “It’s just my best friend. She's going through a divorce at the moment. While comforting her, I ended up crying myself,” I sighed as I paced towards the door, hoping she bought the lie. Her brows contorted as she rubbed my arm softly, “Ohh…I'm so sorry about that. You have to be strong for her okay? You can even try to help them reconcile.”

She was persistent tho because that was what Arc told her. When I became alone, that's the time that everything entered in my mind and I think of my bestfriend. Fresh tears began to fall again until I don't have a choice but to cry my heart out. Even if how many times I deny to myself, it would not change the fact that the baby of my best friend was gone. An angel that supposed to be a future playmate of my child.

And …why was he drunk? “It's okay. I'm here…if no one loves you …I…I.. I'm your bestfriend” I said but the words sounded bitter in my tongue. Best friend? This has to be the most ridiculous excuse ever. “Hm, hot” he said, and began tugging on his shirt, trying to pull it away. His skin flashed underneath the shirt and my fingers curled. Noah! How much punishment do I have to take? It's bad enough I breathe in his scent, listen to his damn voice, look at his fucking lips and still can't do anything. And now, …now I'm supposed to watch him strip himself or perhaps I'm supposed to strip him myself?

This is all too unbearable but I hope, slightly hope, that maybe this water can wash away my tears and drown my sorrows. My once upon a time best friend is dead. My once upon a time boyfriend is dead. The kid they were both expecting is also gone. I know what they did to me was wrong and I still hate them for it but I didn't want them to vanish from the face of the earth. To die in a fire? What an excruciating way to die. I wouldn't wish that on even my worst enemy.