If I Had Only One Friend Left นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I considered for a few minutes not getting out of the car, my nerves trembling and wondering if this was sheer madness. Noah is my only friend in this city — since I arrived here, even though I have other classmates at university, he remains the closest person to me. And having support when you're alone makes all the difference. It was impossible not to be impressed.

“It’s not a big dea—” “Noel,” I cut him off, eyes steady. “You know you’re the only friend I have here, right? You’re the only person I’ve been able to lean on whenever I feel like garbage. Even during the Festivals— and the Blood Hour. You’re the only reason why I haven’t felt so alone in this massive place.” “So tell me,” I whisper. “I want to try and return at least a bit of the favor.” He hesitates. But I can see the walls in his eyes crumble, as he looks left and right. Then he hesitates a little more, before finally breathing out a hushed sigh.

She looks at me questioningly, "You are being distanced from me because she has an issue with me. Why didn't you tell her how special our friendship is?" "You are all I have, Jay. I can't lose you." Tears spring into her eyes, causing me to feel guilty for how I behaved with her, "If you want, I will go and talk to her and make her understand not to take you away from me. You are my only friend and family in this world. I don't have anyone other than you."

There’s a buzz from beside me and I look down to see Felix’s name on the screen. I ignore it. A clean break will be easier. I turn and stare at the ceiling. Without Felix, Lynn is my only friend in the world, and even she is willing to go along with my isolation if it means an easier time for her. Felix is the only one who had shown that he would be there for me no matter what, or so I thought.

He was the one for me and the man whom I will bear my kids for. Learned some life lessons and one of them was that there are things we can do alone successfully, there are problems we can tackle by ourselves if there is no one to help. The best thing is just to trust in one self. Also, while in the human world, I met a good friend. Truly, there are good friends we'll meet in life and when we have to part, it's best to leave them with only happy memories which won't hurt them and it's best to part on a good note.

he murmured before pulling away. I immediately missed his warmth, the security of his arms. For a fleeting second, I really wanted to tell him not to leave me. To ask him to bear with everything injustice just to be with me. But I knew it was too much... too selfish. He had been my only friend, the one person who understood me when no one else did. And I had to let him go for his safety and a better life. “I will miss you,” I whispered, holding back the sob threatening to escape. How could I falter and shake his resolve? I had to stay strong for him.

I know he loves this car, and I love to pick on him about it being a chick magnet. "It says I am single, and no one wants me," Bruce snaps back. I touch his shoulder, and he smiles. I remind myself that we work together and he is only a friend. I don't see him any other way. Besides, he is my only friend, and I don't want to be alone in this world. Bruce is all I have left. I can't screw that up. "Some day, Bruce. Some day you will find the woman of your dreams. I only hope she likes me and lets us remain friends," I say. In a way, those words sting. I haven't really thought about what would happen if he met someone. Maybe she would push me out.

“You can’t just throw everything away and leave.” “Yes, I can. There is nothing for me here,” I said, reaching for my phone on the table. My fingers hovered over the screen. There was only one person left in this world who might care. Only one person who had blood ties to me other than Mom. My father.

The only problem left to me is my missing brother. ~

“I–“ My brain rewound back to that night, and I realised I really did say a friend, but I didn’t mention it was Alice. “There’s no one else but her. I’ve no other friend in L.A.” It was only as the words left my mouth that I realised how tragic it was. I, a woman of twenty-six, had only one person I could call a friend. Not just in L.A but also back in Paris. My life was always revolving around my sons and surviving each passing day, so I had no time for other people. I had a few acquaintances, but no one, apart from Alice, I could call a friend.