Novel & Cerita Friendship Envy

“And when we found you, I’d probably drag you home while you complained the entire way.” A reluctant smile appeared on Noxaris’s face. “That sounds exactly like something you would do.” “It is.” The black eye watched them in silence. “What is friendship?” it finally asked. The question caught everyone off guard. Verath folded his arms and considered it. “It’s difficult to explain.” “Try.” He looked at Elara and Noxaris before answering. “It’s knowing that your life would feel smaller without certain people in it.” Elara smiled. “It’s trusting someone enough to let them see your fears.”

but I'm happy for my friend. Why can't I feel happy for my friend? When he said it, I was definitely shocked and tried to play it off. Terribly, of course, but I tried. I'm happy that he's found someone to love, and someone wants to love him back. He deserves it. Maybe I'm just a little jealous. I don't have anyone like that in my life. I haven't really tried to put myself out there like that in the first place. I'm probably still scarred from the tragedy that was my parents' implosion of a relationship. I do believe it's time to start living for Kwen. I've been appeasing everyone else, and I'm the last to get what I want.

Anger, bitterness, jealousy, envy— all were negative. “Ever since Silverton and his friend joined us, you have forgotten about me. Or more like, you’ve set me aside. When it was just us— or even with Leilani— you’ve never forgotten about me! But then Silverton came and you spent a lot of time with him. You kept bickering and debating with him that I can’t even tell you something! And once you stopped, I had already forgotten what I wanted to tell you. Then during weekends, if not for Leilani, you would not bother to visit me in my house, right? It’s always me who visits you! It’s like our friendship is one-sided when you were the one who offered it to me!”

She smiled, lifting my chin with a finger. "A good friend is one who sees you the same way he or she sees herself and accept you as her own blood. A bad one will always regard you as a competition and with selfishness mixed with greed, they will try to put you out. Be sure to differentiate the two", she said, kissing me on the lips.

“Thinking about it now, I believe I began to envy Tasha so much when I began spending time with her and her boyfriend then, Jason. They looked so cute and perfect together, and without even realizing it, I started having feelings for Jason. I guess it was because I was a loner inside and was desperate for someone to treat me differently from the way I was being treated back home by my mom. And I saw the way Jason seemed to care about Tasha. But Jason was already Tasha's boyfriend, and I kept my stupid feelings hidden, not wanting to shatter the only true friendship I had.” She pauses, and then begins again. “But then, I really, really began to envy my bestfriend so badly.” Her voice is begin

I must speak. Even though I cleaned everything up, the harm was already done. My friend's pal, a young man, left the entertainment industry due to toxic followers. He had a terrible time when he was my friend. Since then, I haven't made any new pals. If anything, my affection rather than just friendship is provided. which I don't intend to give because I don't want a boyfriend. I only desire a male pal. I inhaled deeply as I placed a tupperware in the paper bag that contained merely a vegetable salad.

"Yes, an enemy to your enemy is your friend, so we should be friends but since you feel awkward calling yourself a friend to a murderer, let's just call it, enemy Zoom, just as we have friends Zoom." Shirley smirked at the devilish smile pasted on the face of Camille Kyle, how sweet it could be, to be friends with your enemy's enemy, she didn't care about the reason behind the woman's hatred for her daughter, she couldn't imagine her mother hunting her like some outsider, but that is not her concerns, she is only concern about herself, that selfish little girl, that always want everyone to dance to her tone of music is still the Shirley sitting in front of Camille Kyle.

He explains. It's less of jealousy and more of envy. The truth is, I did envy Arabella. The fact that everyone seems to like her without even trying. The fact that she made everyone stare including my boyfriends. The fact that she's drop dead gorgeous. And the fact that she is the most caring person ever. She is literally perfect and I hate it. “I'm not jealous of Arabella.” I lie turning the other way. *** (Flashback) “You have a pretty cool friend.” Jaylen said with a smirk.

“Lara's soda! Let me take it away. I’ll be back immediately.” I smile as I see her hurrying away, in the direction of the kitchen. I know I shouldn't feel this, in a way I envy them. I envy my friends for having what they have: such a beautiful, solid relationship, devoid of selfishness and lies. What is between them is love of the pure, unconditional, real... Will I ever have the happiness of having a little of that in my life?

When he spoke, his voice sounded hurt. "Is that how little you think of our friendship?" he asked. "You think I became your friend because of your social standing or what people think about you? Should you even mention that, Evelyn? I befriended you when your name was splashed on every blog and news outlet in Crescent Harbour. Why should that become a problem now?” I drew in a deep breath. “I don’t want to fight, Vincent. Just go away.” “Friends are supposed to stick together through thick and thin, not when it is convenient. That's what friendship means, at least in my dictionary.”