Carta A Una Amiga Novels & Stories

Doesn't he want to see him? "Wow. That's sweet." - Mr. Lereño commented. He looked at Athalia .— "You have a good friend, Ms. Ramos. Keep him. There're only a few like Mr. Sebastian, who have not forgotten a friend over time." he said with a mischievous smile on his lips. Athalia just smiled. She couldn’t help but get annoyed. Doesn't she agree with what Mr. Lereño said? "Can I excuse myself? I'm just going to the comfort room." Thalia excused.

I was never the kind to post personal information on social media. Regarding the sender, no information was provided. I sat down and tried to gather myself, but curiosity won out. I tried to calm myself by smiling. The envelope slipped off while I was trying to hold onto the gift. Ciara extended her hand to grab it. Everyone stared at it with curiosity, so I asked her to read it aloud. "you're my favorite daydream, from an admirer.💗" I couldn't help but blush as Ciara glanced over the letter and grinned at me.

The girl hissed. Sarita returned her attention to the card effectively dismissing the girl and decided to read what he'd written. It read; "I'm sorry, Anu, but I don't think I can be that friend you want me to be. I did try to bring that friend you want back but... I couldn't do it, not after you kissed me like you wanted me. Maybe, someday, sometime in the future, I'll actually be that friend you want. Break a leg." V.S

She sent messages to the friends in the group, called a few more, and her last call was to Marta. "Hello, Marta, how are you? This is Lara, Lipe's friend. I'm not sure if you remember me." "Lara? Of course, I remember you, girl! You're not easy to forget, and I don't say that just because I'm a lesbian!" Marta laughed, and it took Lara a moment to realize that Marta was a lesbian. She had even thought Marta was interested in Lipe. "Well, I wanted to know if you're still interested in me for..."

I asked hopefully, making her roll her eyes with a dismissive hand and laughter. "We'll just have to see bout that. Who knows... maybe, just maybe, you might convince me!" She says, playfully, making me chuckle. "Good. I promise I will take good care of you if you join my team." I hugged her tightly, thanking the gods for such a good friend in my life. I took off, went shopping on my own, and then had a great lunch in one of Brooks' chain restaurants, enjoying the solitude as I sorted a few emails on my device.

At the same time, I was waiting for my flight in the departure terminal. Just then, I received a text message from my best friend. [It’s all been arranged, Samantha. Don’t worry. There’s no way Elliot will be able to find you. You’ll have a brand new start once you arrive.] I just replied with an “alright” before pulling out my SIM card and dumping it in the trash. It was as if I had put all the grief and entanglements from two timelines into that SIM card. Hereafter, all of that will be gone with the trash and thoroughly buried.

Not when her eyes fell on the last words of the letter. “I don’t think you’ll be happy when you actually meet me. But, I think it's okay. You will always be my best friend. Even if you hate me one day, when you find out who I am. Come back safe, I'll be waiting. See you soon, my penpal friend.” God, she was much stupider than she thought.

Amanda's favorite. My hands reach for the envelope as millions of thoughts cross my mind, each one always crazier than the last. Could it be-? What if-? Is it possible that-? My heartbeat becomes louder and my breathing becomes heavy as my fingers begin to open the letter inside. I quickly scan inside the diner for any familiar faces before I unfold the last part. My eyes begin to water as soon as I recognize the handwriting. My eyes go straight to the bottom of the letter to confirm my thoughts, before breaking down to tears. "Sincerely, Amanda"

With determination in her heart, she started planning her trip, excited at the prospect of reuniting with her dearest friend. In the days leading up to her departure, Christiana wrote a heartfelt letter to Alivia, expressing how much she missed her and how eagerly she looked forward to seeing her again. Pouring her emotions onto paper gave her solace, and she knew that the letter would convey everything she felt in her heart.

We had a great time Sunday, didn't we? I skip passed Rebecca's messages and move right to Marissa. The last few... hundred are all simple one word messages. They vary from "Pen", to "call me", and a few "wtf." As I scroll farther up, they become longer. "How could you not tell me about Finn?" and "I thought we were best friends. This is something you tell a best friend."