Friendship Envy Novels & Stories

It was a complex emotion, born out of a strange paradox—envy towards a woman I had never met, a woman who existed only in the facade I wore. With each passing interaction, I couldn't help but notice the tenderness in Sebastian's eyes, and the gentleness of his touch, all directed towards Natalia, the character I played. It was a bitter reminder that the version of me he saw was not the real Sydney, but an illusion crafted to fulfill a role. The envy gnawed at my insides, a twinge of longing for the affection bestowed upon Natalia.

It was only their body that I saw as my need and want, nothing more. Being rich does not entirely bring you happiness. Even if I have a myriad of money, still, I haven’t yet found a man that will wholly show me what it is to have utter, pure happiness. Like how Mr. Giordano showed Wisdom. I cannot hide the fact—and I wouldn’t deny either—that I am not jealous. I am envious of them two. For my bestfriend, who I once knew as the closest to a sister, is now in the sea of happiness together with her man.

Tears began to form in Saline’s eyes as she mourned for her friend. “Why cry for a friend that betrayed you? She never liked you and was only there for you because you had wealth and your family-owned Missouri’s largest real estate company. Her idea was to have you sleep with that bum and get you pregnant. She was jealous of you and wanted to humiliate you. Now, how do you feel about your special friendship?” Steve said with malice in his voice. “How dare you! You piece of trash! I always thought you had dealings on that night!” Saline yelled out. “I loved you, you bastard, you fucking bastard! I hope you rest in hell!” And a spittle left from Saline into Steve’s face.

I was man enough to admit my best friend was built much like the buildings he’d made his living building. “I think Annie likes me, actually,” I told him, quite sure Annie had given me a much easier time than Craig might have as a child. “She was sweet. She loved fishing, so I think I won a couple of points there.” He rolled his eyes. “Suck up. I never thought I would see the day you were looking to score points with a six year old girl.” “Neither did I, actually,” I chuckled. “When you put it like that, I can see why you don’t believe me. I’m not sucking up though, I just wanted to do something fun with them.”

It's a cruel twist of fate, seeing the man I love carrying someone else in his arms, tending to her needs, while my own desires remain unfulfilled. The weight of our friendship hangs heavy in the air, suffocating me with its presence. How can I compete with the bond they share? How can I make him see me, truly see me, as something more than just a friend? The answer, it seems, is slipping through my fingers like sand.

So I wasn’t ready to lose one more person from my list of treasured people although the list got short. Fear does awful things to people. It makes you do things that you never even imagined to do yourself, and I was infected by jealousy added to that. The fear of losing Ava to Vian and the jealousy towards my best friend because he was doing better than me in life made me venomous. Jealousy and fear contaminated our pure friendship and blinded me from the truth.

“Nothing, really. Just saying hi to a very old friend.” “We’re not friends.” “You’re right on this one, Riley. We’re not,” she said, her smirk never leaving her face. The air between us felt very heavy and thick, filled with old resentment and unspoken things. I thought back to all the time we had shared coffee dates and late-night phone calls… back before envy and pride had carved our friendship into ruins. She had always hated how easily things came to me. And now, watching me crumble to nothing was giving her a sense of satisfaction she didn’t even bother hiding.

She gave me a hand of applause with a smile then said, “It`s rare to meet or connect with someone you think alike. I guess we are fortunate that we met at an early age. Well, that depends on you.” “What does that mean?” I asked confused. “If I befriend you now, technically I`d be your friend`s friend and I can`t afford that- I can`t be his friend.” But why? Why can`t you give my friend a chance? What is it that you see in him that I can`t see? Why can`t you, for once, mind your own business and leave us alone cause we`ll forever be friends till death do us apart! I now had to choose; I had to choose my cursed friendship over a brighter future or a brighter future over a cursed friendship.

"But I couldn't do it without you." Their exchange was filled with a tender intimacy that spoke volumes about the strength of their relationship. As they lovingly kissed, a pang of envy pierced through me like a dagger to the heart. Watching them together, so in love and so completely wrapped up in each other, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of longing for something similar in my own life. But as quickly as the feeling arose, I pushed it aside, burying it deep within me where it couldn't hurt anymore. Jealousy had no place in friendships, and I refused to let it tarnish the bond I shared with Bianca and Felix.

“W-what do you mean?” “Maureen and I have been best friends since we were children. We had just each other back then. We were raised solely by our nannies because our parents were usually preoccupied with their business, that’s why we misinterpreted it and assumed it was love. But as time passed, we realized that we didn’t romantically love each other. My feelings for you are uncontrollable and can be described as a sacrifice, whereas friendship can be described as trust.” She looked at him at the last thing he said. “T-then, you were saying that whatever you have right now is just purely friendship? That I have nothing to be jealous of?”