If I Had Only One Friend Left Novelas e Histórias

“Good, I need you on the next flight back. I want you to help my friend in doing something” “What friend?” “You will know when you come back. Please” “Fine, I will make some arrangements then be on the next flight back home” “Okay, see you” After ending the call, I return my attention to the television again as my door opens up and Jeremiah saunters in. My best friend and the only friend I have aside my parents, my twin brother and sister and well, technically Ayana’s little brother. “Hey man” we fist bump lightly, “you didn’t tell me you were coming”

“I’m listening.” Okay, I’m being silly—and I’m enjoying this. I laughed softly, still hugging the pillow. “Okay,” I said. “You can start by sending me the address of this place before my friends think I’m being held hostage.” “Your friends?” he asked. “Yes, Olive and Emma,” I replied. “Those two? You’re still friends with them?” I sighed. “They’re the only friends I have.” “That’s because you don’t meet many people. Who wouldn’t want to be your friend? You deserve better. What if something worse had happened to you yesterday?”

"Even if you managed to convince me, I'd just stand in the middle of the court. At least she'd try to play for you." She took a deep breath. "So, will you come? So my stupid cousins won't get their hopes up for nothing. Don't worry; they're harmless. They just really want to get to know you, especially since they didn't talk to you much the other day. They didn't even know you were my friend." I tried not to show that her words affected me. "Am I your only friend?" "Unfortunately, yes." I furrowed my brow. "What are you trying to say?"

they happily said as they ate the foods I served. I never really know the feeling of having siblings. I am an only child, and my parents were gone before I could reach college. And I was only living alone, providing for myself when I met the man I once loved. The only family that I have all those years are my two friends who unfortunately can’t even visit me because my ex-husband is monitoring them just to find me. And I miss them whenever I see these two girls because they have a lot of things in common, especially when they are being protected by their brother just like how my two friends are to me.

This man was even worse. I shook my head, ridding myself of my thoughts as I tried to focus on the matter at hand. We had to deal with one thing at a time and for now, Andrei was our top priority. “How’s Andrei doing? Can I see him now?” I really hoped he was okay because I couldn’t afford to lose him. Aside from Mikhail and Marina, he was the only other friend I had. There were already few people in my life. I couldn’t bear to have the number reduced.

My earthly body spontaneously stopped crying upon realizing that these happenings may or may not be destined to happen. Maybe there is a reason why this kind of tragedy happened to Israel and me. Maybe with this happening, I can better prevent myself from getting attached to another person again. Here I proved that all the important people in my life would just leave me. "Don't worry, we're always here for you, Irene. If you need someone to talk to, we're just one call away. We will help you get back on your feet, remember we are your friends and we will not leave you.”

Bella Maybe it's selfish, but I don't remember ever feeling so alone. My best friend has left for her honeymoon, my other best friend is home visiting family, and I’d die before contacting my ex. James was a real piece of work, and he absolutely messed me up in the worst ways possible.

She inquired, confused. I just shrugged, "Well, you're my friend. What friends for if we can't help each other out?" Cassie averted her gaze to somewhere else and exhaled, "You are right. We're focused to one friend that seemed so nice to us, but forgot to think about the others. I'm busy to win her heart before because that was my parents wanted at the same time mine too, but then realized I doesn't have only one friend because I have three."

“The only difference is the fact that we have to import stuff since we don’t have everything on the island, which can take up to months to get delivered.” “Don’t you ever get lonely?” “Why would I get lonely?” I glanced at her. “It’s like living in a small town. Everybody knows everybody. You make friends as you grow up and you stay friends unless they decide to leave.” “I’d like to meet your friends,” Iris said, unknowingly reminding me of the fact that my best friend was no longer alive. “I don’t have friends.” “Oh.” She swallowed loudly. “Did they leave the island?” “No.” I leaned forward to pick up a leaf and crushed it between my fingers. “She’s dead.”

Alone. My excuses for not wanting to be her friend after so much time—well, they were just that, excuses. Maybe we wouldn't be the friends we once were, but having another friend in my life was better than no one. Olly would leave soon to live his life. Then I would be by myself.