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"God is evil. They are all evil, and my best friend left, my sister left." A man just stood there like a coward and saw the rain in his heart that left him—forever. "Jae ... You will never know. Everyone will love you. Look at your sister, and I am here always waiting for you and waiting for you to recover." Even though he is an adult and a man, Dennis's tears fell without him being able to prevent it. Jasmine's childhood friend, a friend who sincerely befriended him. Because, in the classroom, no one wants to be friends with him, maybe his nature is stiff and quiet. The breakup is painful.

I let the tears flow from my cheeks freely . "I wish ... I didn't leave you. I should have been by your side when you needed me the most ... We messed up Tris ... We messed up. We both loved each other but so much that our love ruined our beautiful friendship . I never knew that you love me so much that you will take your own life for me why Tristen why did you have to love me so much I never deserve your love I wasn't worthy for you ....." I wipe my tears pulling myself together " You kept your promise and I will keep mine . I will love you my possessive best friend till my last breath . And I promised I will never forget you and one day we'll meet again maybe in another world and we will b

Her grief, etched on her face, resonated with the profound sorrow that no parent should endure. Sandra, Sophia's childhood friend, spoke next. Her face, etched with the weight of shared memories, conveyed the depth of their connection. "We were like sisters, Larry. I miss her laughter and her dreams." Her words carried the echoes of a friendship that had weathered the storms of life, now grappling with the emptiness of Sophia's absence.

It'll never be the same. "We can try. We can put in the effort," I told her. "It's too late for that." "No, it's not." "I just want to rewrite my own story, rewrite my ending, and I'm sorry for everything. Thank you for everything and for showing me what friendship can be." "That sounds like goodbye." "It is because now, we're going to be on opposite sides." "You're not going to kill yourself, yeah?" "I'm too much of a coward to do that." She smiled sadly. "I'm not sorry about Seraphina, but I hope she gets the ending she deserves. "

The gentle breeze reminded us that even in sad times, there was still beauty and hope in the world. Through it all, our friendship grew stronger. Sarah became not just my closest friend, but also someone I could rely on when I felt vulnerable. In the midst of our pain, our friendship became a source of strength, guiding us through the darkest times. As I looked at Sarah, I saw sadness and gratitude in her eyes. I wondered if our friendship would continue to grow, reminding us of the strength we found in our grief. •••••••••••••

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

I ended it in a sad note, it wasn't intended as such but it just happened and there want a thing that I could do about it. "Yeah, I know. I understand what you feel,even though I've never ever been in this kind of situation directly, but I know I can help and I have a role here. Alot of things could happen and alot of things could have happened but I want you to know that I'm a friend to keep and not an enemy and plus if you're a serial killer, you're one lucky one to have a friend like me by your side. Your side kick? Side friendship? No" my face was gradually getting used to cracking a smile, just tiny ones and only because crystal was pulling up jokes

Dear Emerald, It’s been a while since we last talked to each other. It’s sad that we had to grow apart just because of our families, but I think that’s life. I heard you’re getting married, I’m happy for you. We once promised to be there on each other’s wedding but I think that would be impossible. Yesterday, I made the greatest mistake in my life. I regret what I did. I’m sorry if I ignored your pain and I’m sorry for your lost. I’m such a coward, what kind of leader am I? I can’t even stand against my pack. I know what I did was wrong, but I think it prevented for further damage for you and me. We were each other’s comfort, pain, laughter and tears... and it’s a phase in my life I never re

That's what I do in my songs, and . Judith was no longer listening. Go forward. The prospect enchanted her. She wondered how to achieve serenity. She looked at Pénélope and, seduced by her idea of happiness, understood that it was necessary to give up any wish to reconnect with Eric. With a determined gesture, she grabbed her cell phone and erased the ten digits that led to his voice. No more Eric. Never again. The doors of my heart were now closed to him. With these words, Penelope and Judith understood that they signed the beginning of their friendship with the help of their misfortune with the opposite sex. The owner of The White Glass, a man in his sixties, with graying hair and a visibl

But pain sat heavily in my chest, refusing to be ignored. I felt a gentle touch on my arm. I turned to find Lily standing there, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I'm so sorry. I know I'm late," she murmured, her voice weighted with regret. It trembled with the same vulnerability I'd sensed in everyone present, a thought that flickered briefly in both our minds but found no anchor in the present. Brushing away the tremor in her voice, I squeezed her hand reassuringly. "It's okay, I understand," I whispered back, the shared heartache a balm at the moment—a reminder of the unbreakable bonds of our forbidden friendship.