Letter To The Best Friend Novels & Stories

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.

She is my beloved daughter. One day, if my daughter finds a photo of the two of us and asks about me, please tell her my name. Tell her that I love her. Tell her that I hoped she would shine in the future. She will receive a lot of love, and the greatest love I could ever give her is... my best friend. I’m entrusting my best friend to be her mother so she can have the best mom ever. Once again, I love you. Please also tell Axton that I love him. With Love, Callie’

"I'm sorry too. I should have been honest. With you. With her." We didn't make plans to see each other. We didn't declare anything. But something shifted—a door opening, just a crack. Maybe, someday, we could be friends. Real friends. Without the mess. I wrote Ava another letter. Not the kind I'd left in her locker—desperate, pleading, full of excuses. But an honest one. The kind I'd never send. Dear Ava,

When I got home, Tristan was in the kitchen cooking. He looked up when I walked in and smiled. “You’re back? How was the trip?” “It went well.” I changed my shoes, set my suitcase aside, and walked over to him, glancing into the pot. It was my favorite pork ribs. “What’s the occasion?” I asked with a smile. “I missed you.” He turned and kissed my forehead. The second his lips touched my skin, my stomach lurched. The same hands that had killed my best friend were cooking for me.

Page, wanting to know it's content went to sit beside him. ‘My dearest friend,’ the letter began. ‘My heart and soul are broken and I am short of words. Everything I did and uttered, I did out of stupidity and shortsightedness. Find it in your heart to forgive me for all I did to you best friend. Wishing so much that I could be whipped for all I did is not enough. I am going somewhere far away to punish myself in loneliness and set my head straight. I hope that when I return to America, you would come to see me. Your forgiveness I plead for lastly, again.’

I cannot believe the body that was lying lifelessly on the bed is the one that is so active right now. " I love you all " " We love you too " the three of us chorused and we all group hugged. The last straw was pulled when we thought we lost Tracy but miraculously she came back to us and that is a prove that hope and miracle do exists !. THE END Thank you for reading my best friend's brother !!!.

It was almost all the books on my reading wish list. “How did you…” “You left your book search history on my laptop, so… I might have peaked and decided to get you all the ones I could find. You have always been the nerd.” Tears clouded my eyes and I ran towards her and wrapped my arms around her. “You are the best. Thank you! I don’t know…” Tears choked my voice and she patted me softly on the back. “No need to be a sad sack of potatoes. You have been an awesome friend to me you also had a hard time on the business trip with my dad. You needed something to cheer you up.”

“We are just friends.” Jessica gave me a look. “Friends don’t look at each other the way he looks at you. Or the way you say his name.” “I do not say his name weird.” “You say it like a sigh. Luciano. Like he’s both your problem and your solution.” I laughed, embarrassed, then set the glass down and curled my knees under me. “He’s been my best friend since we were kids. He knows all the versions of me—the awkward one with braces, the broke college student, the girl who used to cry over fashion week rejection emails and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t see me that way either.”

"Hey, will you ever forgive me? It wasn't intentional. You know I don't like standing you up or bailing out on you." He said, his eyes so blue and captivating. I resisted the urge to cup his face _ as he stooped low in front of me. Instead, I took his hand. I knew what I was about to say might sound pathetic and would seem like I was desperate, but I wouldn't die in silence on this one. He was my best friend, and I had every right to spend time with him. "If you don't like it, then stop doing it. It hurts when you do it repeatedly knowing fully well that I would get angry, and then you expect me not to get angry."

A folder named for me. ‘For Ashley.’ Inside was a letter, dated May 25th, 2025. ‘Dear Ashley, If I ever get the chance to see you again, I would say these words to you. I would tell you that you were the best friend I ever had, even though you never accepted me. I would tell you that you were the best sister a girl could have, even though you never wanted me to say so. I would tell you that you were my icon. My role model, even though you failed me more than once.