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Letting myself be driven by this weird feelings is highly unacceptable, specially now that out squad is on the verge of slowly breaking up apart. I mean, I’ve witnessed some people who are bestfriends who tried being in a relationship with each other for a moment thinking that maybe, just maybe it will work out. But things just don’t go on that way. Everything is meant to be broken, even the most sacred promises that has been ever made in this world. Those two bestfriends became enemy... And as of now they aren’t even talking to each other. Love can ruin everything, and that’s a fact. End of story.

The remnants of their friendship lay shattered, and the darkness of the dungeon seemed to reflect the shattered state of their relationship. In the stillness of the cell, a painful truth hung heavy in the air—friendships, once broken, were not easily mended. And as they sat there, bruised and defeated, Leah and Stasia were left to contemplate the consequences of their choices, both the ones that led them to the cell and the ones they had made within its confines.

she stresses gently, "we're not together anymore." I swallow hard. "I know that." My voice comes out gruff from emotion. "Look, soccer was my life. But it also ruined the only life I ever really wanted." Her eyes fill with tears. I know she feels the same kind of emotion I do… the bittersweet of an era ending. "What about your teammates? Your friends?" she whispers so softly, I almost can't hear her. "What friends?" I counter. "Funderling and those guys… they watched me basically self-destruct and didn't say a word. That's not being a friend. I don't want any part of that."

Joey’s hands trembled as the phone fell to the floor. What was going on? Just now, the other party had still called him a buddy and wanted to help him settle things. Now, he wanted to end all cooperation just like that? Breaking off all cooperation in the business world was no different from severing a friendship! Joey and Mr. Saunders had known each other for more than ten years, but their relationship was severed just like that? Moreover, he did it in such a hurry without even a proper farewell—just like a scumbag on a one-night stand!

More than three weeks passed and Emma and Mila were slowly drifting apart. Mila noticed how their friendship was falling apart and she did not know if she should do anything or not. She tried to fix what had been unintentionally broken between her and her best friend— who did not realize how everything was going downhill between them —but all her tries went in vain.

THREE days had passed since that encounter with Felix happened. Three days had passed since Felix and I broke up. Since that encounter with him happened, I told myself that I will be back with my old self again but I didn’t know that it will be that hard for me. Come to think of it, we were together for years, building our dreams together and with one mistake he made, our relationship collapsed. With one mistake he made… we broke up. With one mistake… we shattered into pieces.

Aidan’s eyes widened with the realization that I wasn’t going to move, that the friendship between us, a friendship we both thought unbreakable, was crumbling beneath the weight of this battle—a battle bigger than the one we were locked in. The world that we had known that we had grown up in, was gone. What was left of it, the jagged pieces of debris, they were the killing blows that shattered our bond, which made us strangers. “I’ll always fight you.” I whispered to the festering presence in my head, the very one that brought all of this horror into the world. “For the boy I grew up with…and for the stranger you’ve turned him into.” Aidan’s blow struck true, but not in the way he’d planned.

“I’m having a case of Emilia crying and heart-broken here, and I could use a bit of help. Aren’t you still friends?” That was stretching the truth. Did Joy forget the break-up? She herself had expressed her support to her friend then, by kicking him in the balls. It remained the most painful experience he ever had. They cleared things up later, and remained on friendly terms, occasionally chatting over the past years. However, this contact had been less and less frequent as time went by. “Send me the address and I’ll be there.” “Thanks. You’re still awesome!” Maybe this was a good thing. By now, one of his best friends betrayed him for money, the other was doing God-knew-what, and he’d ended

Mac asked, being upfront. "No, Mac, not anymore. The pull of attraction has disappeared," I muttered. Mac looked hurt by the news. "I hope you find a mate soon." Mac pulled me into a tight hug, and I hugged him back. We have gone through many ups and downs, and when we went on missions, Mac was my best friend.

But as fast as it came, it turned into a frown, "No. Tell me your problem, I'm going to be your future brother -not by blood- soon, Vanchel." With eyes widened, I blinked a lot of times before clearing my throat. "Okay." "Thank you." He nodded, "Go on." "Let's just say that I read a book where the main character loves her best friend. But her best friend loves another girl and asked help from his best friend and his best friend helped him and they got together and his best friend got sad and yet every time the best friend got a rocky relationship with the person he loves, he seeks help to his best friend and his best friend is always there for him and it's unfair." I rambled, trying to keep