Fall In Love With My Best Friend 소설 & 이야기

That's bizarre and very out of topic. ''That's nonsense. I'm not falling for my best friend,'' My eyes wandering around the room while we both speak about my feelings. ''Why would I ever fall for Kenna? She didn't do anything to make me feel attracted—she's just . . . Kenna. Besides, we're best friends, there's no such thing as falling in love with your own best friend.'' I say. ''It happens all the time in the world,'' He shrugs. ''And, why do you have to keep on saying the word 'best friend'?''

You have already fallen for him* a voice shouted in my mind. No, that is not possible. It could just be because of the fact that for the last two months, I have been with him, day in day out so it is just familiarity that had happened. I just feel used to him. Nothing else besides, he is my best friend and it is an unspoken rule that everyone knows, do not to fall in love with your best friend. If you do fall in love with your best friend, they can never return your feelings and you would be hurt. Since I know this, there is no reason why I will fall for Micah, I mean we have been friends for more than ten years, no hint of feelings then but now the feeling suddenly appear. That isn't possib

“Fuck. I didn’t mean to—I just—I can’t—I can’t do this—” She hesitated. Then slowly sat next to me. “Okay. Hey. Chill. Just… breathe.” I tried. Didn’t work. “I’m not mad,” she said, softer this time. “Just confused. What’s going on with you?” I wiped my face, sniffled hard. “He chose someone else.” She blinked. “Ah. There it is.” “My best friend,” I said, voice cracking. “He was my best fucking friend . And I—I loved him. God, I loved him so much. And I thought maybe one day… I thought maybe I had a chance. But he…”

“Because your mom is my best friend and I'm way older than you..." "I don't care" he bit out, shocking me even further. "I’ve wanted you since I was old enough to know what wanting meant. And don’t pretend like you don't feel something too." I closed my eyes as his words sent a wave of emotions slamming through me. I wished — God help me — I wished it had been different circumstances. I couldn't hurt my best friend like that. "I'm sorry, Antonio, but nothing can happen between us. That night stays buried." I said as I rushed out of his car and into my house.

“Dance with me?” She hesitated for a second, then slipped her hand into mine. Her palm was soft, warm — the kind of touch that steadies you without trying. The music started — “Falling Like the Stars” by James Arthur. A song she once said she loved when she thought I wasn’t paying attention. We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to. We just moved. It wasn’t about choreography anymore — not counts or steps or precision. It was slow, easy, like our bodies had finally stopped fighting the pull.

I glanced around the empty corridor on instinct. Dew made a dramatic swooning sound. "I fell in love "before" I knew. It was like-" He sang off-key, hand over heart, "'Heaaveeeen. A match made in heaven...'" I giggled-helpless, delighted. "I'm so happy for you." He shrugged, still beaming. Then his expression softened. "I'm sorry yours didn't work out, babe." I nodded. Looked away. The words landed heavier than I expected.

A framed photo of him and Lily smiled at her from the bookshelf, father and daughter, their relationship uncomplicated by the poison of Emma's feelings. *What kind of person falls in love with her best friend's father?* The answer came swift and brutal: *The worst kind.* Emma ran for miles that afternoon, pushing herself until her lungs burned and her legs trembled. But no matter how far she went, no matter how hard she pushed, she couldn't outrun the truth. She was falling for Marcus Blake. Her best friend's father. And judging by the look in his eyes that morning, by the careful way he avoided touching her, by the message burning on her phone, he was in love with her too.

) But let’s get to the point before you start rolling your eyes at me. ‎ ‎Somewhere along the way, between your ridiculous comebacks and your ability to make me want to pull my hair out and adore you at the same time… I fell for you. Hard. And trust me, Kiyara, I’m usually very good at maintaining my balance, but with you? I tripped, stumbled, and completely crashed ‎ You are my best friend, my personal headache, my chaos, and somehow… my peace. ‎

“But the best lovers start as friends. If you don’t believe me, ask your father. He spilled wine on my favorite white blouse and then married me four months later.” A small smile pulled at the corner of my lips. “That sounds more like you cornered him.” “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” she replied. We were quiet for a beat. “She’s not here anymore,” I said eventually. “Even if she ever felt something… I waited too long.” “You always think you have more time, mi amor. But sometimes, you have to do something stupid. Big. Bold. You don’t win a woman like Natalie with half-measures.”

Karios shouted, grabbing Damien by the collar. Damien shoved his hands away. “Because I fell in love with her!” The words hung heavy in the air. Elena sobbed softly, turning her face away. “Damien, don’t—” Karios froze. Slowly, he turned his head back to Damien. “In love?” he repeated. “With her?” Damien ran a hand through his hair, his voice shaking. “I don’t know when it started. I tried to stop it. But I couldn’t. I love her, Karios.”