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Spending her last days with her friends, the four best friends went to different part of the village to have fun and create more memories. ~~~~~~~~~~ What will happen next??? Support my work please and my new book is out. The Halfling. You can get the book on W******l, W*****d, Dreme, Meganovel, Good novel #Ariy

Sasha continued, desperate for something to say in order to fill up the silence, "I don’t think I've ever met anyone like her… she's the only one I can call a friend." "Ouch" Kaleb said, clutching his chest playfully, "You are saying you don't consider me a friend? Such a hurtful thing to say, doll face. You wound me!" Sasha punched him playfully, "Stop calling me, doll face. And you know what I meant. Besides, it's the truth. We have never been friends… Why do you suddenly care about that now?" He turned to face her fully, and Sasha held her breath. "Change is a part of life, is it not?" he asked, then continued without waiting for her to reply, "In fact, some people say it's constant. We w

Isla's eyebrows furrowed in feigned confusion, "Bestfriend King? Your bestfriend is a king? Of what kingdom?" Joan and Alistair laughed. "I'm so sorry, I said bestfriend, King" She stressed on the pause, "his name is King." "Aaaaah, I see." Isla pretended to blush in embarrassment, scratching her head, "It just sounded really like, well, you know and I thought...uhm... nevermind. It's just so really...embarrassing. I'm such a ..." "I'll leave you two now and...uhm see you later. You're getting discharged in three days, right? I'll make sure to come visit."

Maya said to me with a smile. “Nice to meet you, Sir, thank you for treating me,” I whispered, I was still tired but I felt stronger. “How are you feeling now Sweetness?” Amos asked as he walked towards Maya, intentionally pushing her as he came close to me. They looked like two annoying teenagers, I just laughed as he came close to me, I was somehow begining to understand what a pack was. “You too act like Siblings,” I said with a smile. Amos had already told me he didn't have any siblings but the connection they had was so strong almost like they shared the same blood.

It was after she started walking with him that everyone started noticing her and she got her name known on every teacher and student's lips. Elena felt her heart and eyes sting at the memory of the both of them. He was her only best friend, the one that could tolerate her nonsense, her weird obsessions. The only one she could push around without him complaining and would always be there to listen to all of her tantrums. She clicked on another link that she saw, “how to know if you like your friend”. The first thing she saw made her clench her jaw, “You want to be around them every time.” she read.

I don’t know the extent of his home life and I never push to find out about it but I know it wasn’t good. He once told me one of his favorite things about me was that I never pried into his business, which is ironically what most people hate about me. I’ve been called a bad friend so many times because when someone is crying, upset, angry, irritated, they want you to ask about it but I never do. I guess I just feel like if you want me to know then you’ll tell me. I lucked out with my roommate Lydia, we are great friends because I never have to ask what’s wrong or if she’s ok she will just bust in and tell me exactly what’s going on. She’s the talker and I’m the listener, we work perfectly.

Then he stepped back, running a hand over his face. I knew, even in my haze, what this meant for him. Dante’s best friend. The family’s most trusted enforcer. Touching the boss’s little sister in a club booth, making her scream his name, carrying her home like a secret lover. In our world, that was betrayal. A death sentence if anyone found out. The room went quiet except for my slow breathing. The alcohol and adrenaline had finally won. I slipped into deep sleep. The taste of him and the feel of his fingers still lingering on my skin.

The fact that he’s doing so again after pushing me away for two years kind of throws me off kilter. “About that.” He looks up. “I’m sorry,” “You’re sorry?” “Yes. I’m sorry. You were my best friend,” “And you were mine,” I say, lifting a shoulder. “Would it be too much to ask to let bygones be bygones?” he asks, an uncertain smile on his face. I lift a shoulder. “I guess not,”

All her friends were dancers, and the thought of their ready sympathy had the bile rising in her throat again. Who to call? Where to go? Out of the depths of her subconscious, a face rose up. His face… Clear gray eyes, dark hair, a smile that offered mischief and fun, and comfort and understanding in equal measure. Fabien Mason Lévy... Yes. She needed ‘her Fab’. Even though it had been years. Even though their friendship had been reduced to occasional e-mails and Christmas cards. He would understand. He always had. He’d hold her in his big, strong, comforting arms, and she’d feel safe, the way she always had with him.

When we pull apart, I rest my head against his chest, feeling his heartbeat steady and strong beneath my ear. “I love you, Sky,” I whisper. “I love you more, Trouble. Forever.” And as we sit there under the fairy lights, wrapped in each other’s arms, I think how lucky I am to have found my forever in my best friend. ***