Friends Can Break Your Heart Too Novels & Stories

"If you leave, what will happen to me? You're the only friend I have—please don't die." The two best friends cried loudly, their voices echoing for miles. "It's not your fault." It truly wasn't Martha's fault for falling in love with her best friend's boyfriend. Shit happens. Emotions can't be controlled like cars. Sometimes even cars fail to be controlled... Mia couldn't blame anyone. They were all victims of love. Mia sniffled and spoke after a while. "It's okay, Martha. Just don't die, please." Martha fell silent and wiped her tears away with the back of her hand. "You forgive me, really?"

She wasn't expecting an answer but the person reply @Reliance "Yes!" "Whoa." Whitney "Can I talk on your topic, can you mend my heart?" @reliance "Sure! It's open to everyone, your opinion is needed." Whitney "Is your heart broken?" @Reliance "Every day, one's heart gets broken, either by friends or the one you love, sometimes, the ones who hurt you mostly are your friends." Whitney. "Did your friend hurt you?" @Reliance "Not really, he was doing something bad although he was trying to protect me, I told him to stop but he didn't listen." Whitney

Mini smirks. I nod with a full smile. I'm lucky to have such friends in my life. But sometimes, they really make me irritated. I don't need to hide anything from them. They know me more than my mother. Mostly, It's hard to find out if I'm sad or happy. My friends do it with just a glance at me. I trust them. They've been protective to me after my heartbreak and that.

He was acting as if I had betrayed him. “Yes, I did.” I was not about to back down. I even pulled Douglas over and linked my arm with his. “Willow, you’re such a wench. I left you alone for one day, and you slept with some random brute. You’re so shameless!” “Shameless? Finn, why don’t you look at yourself? You bailed on me. You knew exactly how important yesterday was to me. And I made it very clear to you a long time ago that I needed you by my side when that day comes. You’re just someone my family gave financial aid to.”

His best friend? That meant he was betrayed by love and friendship both? "How could someone be so heartless?" I whispered. "Uh, you do know that you were surrounded by more meaner, uglier, and heartless people than me... Right?" I emptied the whole glass of wine in one go, "Fuck them all." I'm done hearing and dealing with people who treat us like trash. We aren't their puppets or toys with whom they can play whenever they want. Be it Diego or me... These people destroyed us enough.

I’d buried all thoughts of Janet at the back of my mind and moved on with my life, else, I may have been consumed by the grief that came with her betrayal. I’d heard that a friendship breakup hurts worse than a relationship breakup but I got to experience it firsthand. Janet was more than my best friend; we were sisters. When the world was against me, she had been beside me and I thought it would be like that for the rest of our lives but she tried to kill me. There was no other way to describe it if not attempted murder. She released vicious hounds on me without a second thought.

Friend. The word echoed in her mind, amplifying the sadness she already felt, making it nearly unbearable. It was a term that held so much weight, dragging her back to college days when being his friend was all she was ever allowed to be. In those early years, she wore the title like a badge, taking pride in being someone he could lean on. But each time he turned to her for comfort, it felt like a bittersweet reminder of her place in his life. Once he found his footing, once he emerged from the depths of his despair, she was left in the shadows, alone and heartbroken. The cycle felt all too familiar, and the pain of that memory flooded back like an unwelcome tide.

“But I’m scared, you know? Just like you, I’ve also had my fair share of heartbreaks. So, experiencing one again is something I’m just not ready for. What if it all goes wrong again?” Clara reached out for her hand across the table, her grip firm and reassuring. “I know, my dear friend. I totally get it. Heartbreak sucks. But now you have a good man here. Don’t let your fears ruin things for you. Don’t let past hurts stop you from a future happiness.”

Are you happy now? ''You have no idea. You know that going out with friends can make you forget and can help you be happier.'' No shit. The only thing that people can do to you is crush you. They can make you feel like you are a lost cause and that you would be better off dead. Been there. Done that. And the only conclusion that I have come to is that they don't give a shit about how you feel as long as they look cool in front of the others.

she asks, her eyes unwavering, “why did it happen?” The question hangs in the air, heavy and sharp. And for the first time, I realize I don’t have an answer. Sade’s eyes flare with emotion, and I can see the pain swirling in them like a storm about to break loose. “You know what?” she begins, her voice rising in anger and heartbreak. “I can’t do this. I can’t do you. You have basically broken my heart, and you’ve broken my kid’s heart. I have nothing for you. Nothing. The dynamic that I had with a great friend is gone. We were family, and you broke that. You’ve shattered everything I held dear, Marco.**”