Friends Can Break Your Heart Too Novels & Stories

He would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. “I was in a similar situation many years ago, and I was too much of a coward to admit my feelings. I lost my chance with the one I crave, but you haven’t lost Nico, there is hope for you two. I see the way my friend looks at you, and I see the way you look at him. You are both stubborn fuckers, and sooner or later one of you has to give in.” “Who broke your heart?” What can I say, when in doubt, deflect the attention to someone else.

"There are some friends that would do the opposite of what you've done. Some friends just don't like seeing their other friends happy—happier than them, that is. But, you genuinely are—and I can see that." Cedric looked down on the woman right next to him and saw how broken her eyes were. She always puts up a humorous facade, but right now, she just looks vulnerable. 'What could you have been through to have such a mindset like that?' he asked in his mind. "Those aren't your friends, then," he responded. "Hmm?" "The things that you said about some friends not liking their other friends to be happier than them—that's not what friends do." Aria chuckled and looked down at the ground. "I guess

Now, darkness was slowly seeping into the cracks of her shattered heart, and watching her shatter all over again, it felt like a blade through my own chest. In the midst of her tears, I realized that I couldn't heal her, I couldn't fix this profound loss. All I could do was be there, hold her hand through the storm, and offer my unwavering support. As her friend, her confidant, I would stand by her side, even if it meant standing in the rain of her sorrow.

Only a piece shit would think about fucking, no not just fucking, punishing his best friend until she submitted, then break his other best friend's nose. If they were the only two people I cared about in this world, then I guess I never really cared about anyone.

I completely forgot that people spoke their minds while intoxicated. The look that he gave me suggested that if there was even the slightest possibility of him forgiving me before she came in, it was all gone now. “I’ll see you during the game, Blake. And my request from earlier still stands: let’s break up.” I had heard others talk about heartbreak that was crippling and I thought they were just exaggerating. In that moment though, when the love of my life stormed out of one of my best friends’ kitchen, I understood what it meant to be paralyzed by a heart that was shattering into a million irreparable pieces and not be able to do a damn thing about it.

Even if it means letting you go. All I could think was, ‘how do you protect someone by breaking their heart?’

“I’m still going to help you. I love you so I can’t stand by and let you risk your life alone, but after this I will need to leave for a while. I’m not going to be able to get over you when I can see you every day.” “I understand.” What more could I say, I had broken my friend's heart, I would be lucky if he ever spoke to me again after this. I ignored the feeling of emptiness that accompanied the thought of losing one of my oldest friends and started to fill him in on the plan I had come up with.

Weighted. Sure thing, there was no easy way to break somebody’s heart…

No wonder some people keep away from it. “He was two years older than her and he seemed so much in love,” my cousin continued. “If you saw the two of them, you would have believed they would stay together for a long time.” I had friends who had fallen prey to manipulative men. They had given their hearts to people and trusted them only to get served with disappointment. Luckily for me, the only person I had ever fallen in love with was Henry whose heart I had broken.

I just wanted to yell out loud in frustration and hit something so hard. Piece of advice. Never fall in love with your best friend. Or anyone to be honest!