Letter To The Best Friend Novels & Stories

“Just don’t, Summer.” I pressed my forehead to the window. The glass was cool, soothing. My reflection looked wrong. Like someone I didn’t remember becoming. A man who almost let rage split his ribs wide open. “You’re still my best friend, Jake. You know that. We’ve been best friends since we were kids. Why should that end now? Because of… a little fight?” She tried to make her voice soft. Sweet. It worked on me all the time. It always worked like magic.

It was a letter, written in the familiar scrawl of my late friend, Mary, her words a balm to my weary soul as I read them aloud to Meera. "My dearest Iris," the letter began, its words filled with love and longing. "I hope this letter finds you well, wherever you may be. I wanted to reach out to you one last time, to let you know how much you meant to me, and how grateful I am to have had you in my life."

She was lying on the couch, reading through the suggestions her team had sent her. "What’s weird about it?" I asked, writing down a question from one of the letters. "Most of the ones I’ve seen are from fans saying hi or asking stuff about you. But this one? The person’s asking about him and his friend." I didn’t think much of it—until she read a part out loud: "I can’t get in touch with my friend, but I want her to know I’m okay and that I think about her all the time. What should I do?”

We struggled through the language barrier for what felt like forever before they understood. “You’re saying your friend might be down below the cliff?”

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

“I didn’t mean to treat you that way, the past six years has been the hardest on me. You’re still my best friend.” “Are you sure, man?” We laughed. “Yes, I am. Unless I’ve been replaced.” “You know I can't do that, Alec,” he said. “You remain my best friend.” I picked up my phone and walked to the window. “Kyu-hyun, would you like to visit?” Kyu-hyun gasped. “Let me check today's date. It must be raining miracles and prodigal best friends everywhere.” “Are you really asking me to visit you?”

I wanted to make sure you were okay, and that made me realize something. I think I like you. Not in a crazy way, but in a “maybe we could grab coffee and see what happens” way. *lI don’t know if you’ve ever thought about me like that, but if you have, maybe we could talk about it? If not, we can pretend this never happened and I’ll go back to being your enemy’s annoying best friend. Either way, I hope your leg is better. -Naomi I folded the letter back up, my chest doing something weird. It was sweet honestly. Exactly the kind of thing Naomi would write.

“Sorry about Ava, I admit, I was jealous of her. She suddenly announced on national TV that my best friend was hers and I was so jealous and hurt, I didn’t realize that I was hurting you in the process. Astrid you and I have been friends for way too long and I love you so much as if you were my sister. Nobody has ever threatened our friendship until Ava.” I sigh, my anger dissipating. “Lily, I love you so much and you will always, always be my best friend. If you were a man I would have probably married you a long time ago.” She giggles and holds my hand. “Ava is nothing but my client and maybe, a friend but not my best friend. You will always be my best friend and I love, love, love you my

Now, it just made me want to gag. “Nobody knows you the way I do. Nobody else on this campus actually gives a damn about you the way I do. I’m the one who protected you. I’m the one who always made sure you were good. You think Brittany cares? She’s just using this to cause a scene because she hates me, not because she's trying to protect you. You’re my best friend, Kathy. We’re supposed to be a team. You can’t let people come between us over some stupid rumor or misunderstanding.”

He utters before he stands up and strides out of the ward, leaving me alone here. I sigh briefly as I empty the bag on my body, and a piece of paper fell from it. "What is this?" I mumble as I pick up the paper and unfold it. It's a letter from Alex. 'Hey, friend. Where do I start? I don't really know. Although we have known each other not long enough, but you have been the best friend anybody would want to keep forever. I know I'm annoying sometimes, but I want you to know that I do really love you so much, and want us to be by each other's side forever. If I do anything to hurt you in the future, get mad at me all you want, but never cast me away, or hate me for any reason because I won't