Letter About Best Friend Novels & Stories

But just in case that something has happened to me, I’m writing this letter to say the words that I couldn’t say to you in person. For the past nine years, I’ve never tried to stop contacting you. Even when all the emails that I’d sent to you were returned to me, I’ve never stopped trying. You are my best friend. The closest thing that I had to a sister. Or is it just me who feels this way? Am I the one who has remained trapped in the past whilst you’ve already moved on? I have no idea. But it’s all over now.

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han

"It's all pretty much a blur, the hospital visit." "As for the obvious link," Neal said, jumping back to the other thing I said. "If so, that will be yet another red mark on their record. They can't keep running from their dirty dealings forever. I should know." "I hope you're right," I said with a sigh. "Truth is, Neal, I miss you, but as a friend. Just a friend. I need friends in times like this, not someone looking to take me to bed or go anywhere romantically. I don't want you to misinterpret what I'm saying."

"Yes, we're already there, Luke. But we're not kids anymore. We have our own life. You have a girlfriend, Charles is wooing me. There's nothing to lose if we avoid each other, right? Please, Luke. So— he cut off the rest of what she had to say. "Please Athalia, even just now. When Mom and Mickaela come home, I promise I'll avoid you. But now, let me make it up to you. Let me be your Best Friend for a month while they're gone. Please, Athalia. " he said in a pleading voice. If he must kneel, he will do it so that she does not avoid him. Ath took a deep breath. "Okay. I agree, Luke. Even though I came here for work, I can't refuse you. You're still my best friend." she said. He smiled at her a

Not the sigh of someone trying to remember. The sigh of someone deciding. Deciding whether to finally tell a story she'd spent years avoiding. When she spoke again, her voice sounded older somehow. Smaller. "Arthur wasn't just your father's friend." The room went completely still. "He was his best friend." Neither of us expected that. Not because it was impossible. Because it was huge. Best friend. Not acquaintance. Not volunteer. Best friend. The kind of friendship that shaped entire lives. The kind of friendship that should have been mentioned.

She began reading an email. 'Hey Abigail, I hope you are still using this mail. As it has been so long since our last conversation, and all I got this ID from was one of my notebooks. So, I just decided to give it a chance. I hope this email finds you well, and that we can get back in touch again. I am sharing my contact number with you. So, please do call me. I have some good news to share with you, and I missed you, Buddy. Best regards, Natasha.' Her eyes welled with tears as her heart filled with so much emotion when she recalled her school life, one by one, as she read her best friend's mail.

The message read, Dear Christina, You’re the best friend that I’ve ever had, and the best friend that anyone would ever hope to have. You brought happiness into my life at a time when I was in despair and thought that I would never ever see even a glimpse of happiness, and for that, I will be eternally grateful. You tried your best to help me out of that horrific place I called home, and I do not take that for granted. I’ve tried as much as I can to bear the situation at home, but it gets worse by the day, so I’ve decided to run away.

Aria’s POV “Oh, Aria,” she said, smiling sheepishly. “Don't take that to heart,” she continued, reaching out as if to brush my arm. “I was upset, emotional… you know me. I just… I miss you. You’re my best friend and you always will be.” Best friend? The words that used to anchor me once now twisted in my gut like a blade. I forced a small smile, masking the disgust churning in my stomach. She didn’t know I had her letter. She didn’t know her little game was already unraveling.

Flashbacks, 2011… 11 years earlier ‘If I had to sum up friendship in one word, it would be comfort.’ ~ Terri Guillements. “Hey Alvarez, come on in brother…” Madison watched with delight, and a blush creeping up her cheeks, as Damien invited her best friend into the shed where he had been busy working. Dropping the spanner she had been holding on the a work table nearby, and walking over to meet him, she smiled enveloping him in a hug almost immediately, as she said, “Hey Alvarez, what brings you by.”

I tell her as little as possible about why I’m back, only that the situation required hands that the board would trust. It’s easy in the way things are easy when both people have already finished the harder version of the story. At the end of it she adjusts the strap of her bag and looks at me directly. “So we’re friends?” I consider the word. Friends feels accurate enough for what remains. Anything more would be dishonest. Anything less would be unnecessarily cold. “Friends,” I say. She nods once, satisfied, and heads in the opposite direction down the hall.