Broken Quotes Friendship Novels & Stories

“She told me what you said, you know. When she broke things off, how you took it on the chin. And about the real reason why you wouldn’t let me out of that bet.” Miles’ face flushes in embarrassment, but he quickly raises his cup to his lips to hide it, taking a big swig of whiskey. “Yeah, well,” he sighs after swallowing it down, wiping his mouth on a forearm. “I tried to be a decent friend at some points. I just suck at consistency I guess.” I chuckle, shaking my head. “Something like that.” He stares down into his cup defeatedly. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry,” he mutters.

Fuck those sacrifices. “No matter what, once in your life, someone will hurt you, that someone will take all that you are, and rip it into pieces and they won’t even watch where the pieces land. But through breakdown, you’ll learn that you’re strong, and no matter how hard they destroy you, you can conquer anyone. You’re strong, Melissa. I know, I’ve witnessed it. ” Eugene said softly.

I hope he learnt his lessons. “ Untie him and let him fucking take his ass outta here.” I tell Michael. He brings out his pocket knife as he cut down the rope he used to tie him up. “ Get the fuck out of here!” I kick his ass as he begin to run out of our sight. Low key, it hurt that Riva had ruined our friendship with his own hands. Real friendship, and once ended, cannot be mended. I buried the sad feeling as I turn to Michael , “Thanks so much man.” I give him a half hug with my arms.

"Ji—-" "He like pasta, it's you who love cup ramen. But i bought cup ramen. Am i being ignorant to his needs? Am i not being the friend i should have? He used to spend alot of time with me when i was at his house, but i hardly gets to see his face now. Am i really loosing the silver of our friendship? He doesn't look at me the same way he used to do, he doesn't smile like he used to do, he doesn't even behave like he used to do. Is it me who made him like this? No, no, i never wanted it like this, i only live for three people, Millie, Alicia, and You. And i never want you guys to get in any trouble, to suffer, to change. I think i started loosing the best part of my every relationship." "But

She could break in private and reassemble in public, and no one would ever know the difference. But I knew because I saw the cracks and held her hand while she cried. And I would be there, the next time she fell apart too. Because that was what friends did. “Yeah, friends don't sleep with their friend's father.” Yeah… the voice at the back of my head was the weapon fashion against me.

But i was broken so badly for years that i would need months to trust anyone. It was like fourth or fifth month of our married life. At least i opted to be his friend. He was so understanding that for once i felt myself getting lose around him. We would spend time together watching movies, or playing games. It wasn’t awkward because he never let it. I don’t know it was the weather effect. It was raining that day. Cats and dogs. Thundering. I ran in the rain, playing in the gardens. Catching the rabbits, slipping, and mud covered. And he was standing in the gazebo. I was listening to his laughter and tease when i failed to catch a cute little bunny.

Together. Clara feels something give way inside her not loudly, not all at once, but like a seam finally splitting under too much strain. Her thoughts fragment, reorganize, replaying conversations, It was only later, when the adrenaline faded and the quiet set in, that Clara understood what had really been lost. Not the relationship, not the promises or the shared future she had once imagined but the friendship she had cherished, the one she had believed was indestructible. That was gone. It revealed itself in small, cruel ways. In how memory no longer felt safe. In how laughter, once easy and unguarded, now replayed in her mind with a sour aftertaste, as if each shared joke had been rehears

I felt myself tumbling backward, the world spinning around me. In that fleeting moment, my gaze locked onto Adam's through that narrow, cursed window, his expression a mix of urgency and fear. I felt the pain of teeth on my upper arm. Grunting in frustration, I ripped myself away and faintly acknowledged the tearing of Adam's shirt. I gritted my teeth as I swung again amongst turning and this time made contact. I didn't stop at one hit, though. I kept hitting and hitting as it fell to the ground. I stood above it, dazed, before throwing the bloodied brick at its head, just a tad bit too hard, and watched blood splatter on the cement.

I thought to myself, feeling frustrated. "Stop!" I shouted at his retreating back. "If you dare step into that gate without talking to me, then consider our friendship broken. I won't talk to you and will no longer be friends. We will have no ties together again; not even the tiniest bits will be left."

He might end up with a little scar. “One sign of infection or too much pain and you’re going to the hospital,” Chloe said firmly. She was annoyed that he refused to see a doctor. “What really happened to your hand?” “I think that glass table in the living room attacked me. I punched it, and it broke,” Gabe said with a straight face, trying to joke. Chloe’s heart tightened. “You were angry,” she said softly. “Mad at me because I lied to you on the phone.” “I was angry,” he admitted, pain in his voice. “But mostly I was broken. My heart felt shattered, and I wasn’t thinking.”