Long Lost Friend Novels & Stories

“Friend, I know if you can hear me. How are you? I miss you so much. We haven’t been together for more than 20 years, and finally we met at Taylor’s party. I know your situation now. Danilo told me everything. You cheated when we met again, then you left me again. If I can prolong your life, I will do it so that we can be together for a long time. Huh!” I couldn’t stop my tears. I started to cry. I feel sorry for my friend, but I am amazed her that she could hide it for several years from her family and her only child. “Carina, I hope you remember me when you wake up. I have a lot to tell you, and I also want to know the story of your life, and how you and your son survived the traged

I forced a smile. "NO, KATIE! What are you doing to yourself? YOY ARE CUTTING YOUR WRISTS!" she almost cried when she saw the cuts. "Yanna, I already said that it's nothing. Don't mind me, I'm okay." I always say that it's okay, but in reality, it's not. I am not okay ever since Enrique and I broke up. Enrique is my best friend, he's the man who's with me since I was 10 years old. We know each other well, but sadly, the situation take him away from me.

Wyatt sensed that it was hard on me to talk about Brodie because he hasn't mentioned him since. I loved Brodie. I still love him and probably always will. He broke my heart and left me shattered, lost, but I'll always love him and wish the best for him. Even if I can't be around him. We grew up together, were close friends before we were a couple; more like family. I had tagged along behind him and Wyatt for as long as I could remember. I hear the sliding glass door open and Rob's voice, "Why the hell are you just sitting out here? Damn, you're so fucking strange sometimes. Come on, let's go to bed."

She was trying to search for something in her bag. "She can't be angry. Especially, when it's white flowers. Hmm......can't believe we know mom more than you." The girl frowned and folded her arms. "That's because we've been away for five years now. I never thought I would see her again." I shrugged and stood up, holding their hand. Kira was talking to someone over the phone but then, she stopped talking and said, "What!?" Her eyes blinked before removing the phone away from her ear. "Kira, what's wrong?" I talked to her.

“Whatever, let's go. We're always stunning. What's new?” Liv leads the way all the way out of my penthouse. And when we made it to my car, we both received a notification in our phones. It's the group chat finally back from the dead. The last message was ‘hello? is everyone dead in this group chat?’ and it was sent 5 years ago. I have no idea why my friends also seemed to stop communicating with each other when I disappeared.

Or maybe he’d forget about me and leave if another woman of equal caliber entered his life. I’m destined to be alone. I have no long-term friends, family, or relationships. I had two boyfriends: one died, and the other chose to betray me. I met a lot of good people and made a lot of new friends, but none of them stayed. I won’t be surprised if Lora forgets about me when we graduate because that always happens. Losing friends is nothing new to me. I never asked Kristoff strange questions because I assumed he was well aware of my reservations, but if I could, I’d ask him, “When are you leaving me?”

“That’s not an answer.” Her gaze fell to the floor. “He’s my childhood best friend,” she finally said softly. “We grew up together before he left for Guam. He moved there after his family’s business transferred. It’s been 10 years since I last saw him.” Lucio leaned back in his chair, whistling quietly. “Ten years, huh? And now he suddenly appears at our gates looking for you?” “Seems suspicious,” Knight muttered from the corner, his voice edged with warning. “People don’t just reappear after vanishing for a decade....especially at our headquarters.”

After hearing everything, I felt a sense of satisfaction. She'd killed Lydia, my child, and two innocent patients. Even if she died ten thousand times, it still wouldn't be enough to account for the four lives she had taken. I didn't let it distract me for long. I shifted my focus back to my medical studies. However, peace was hard to come by when trouble kept knocking. Maxwell suddenly paid a visit to me. I hadn't seen him for six months. It was just before Christmas. I was shopping at the supermarket with a few classmates, talking about throwing a small party.

I put away the cup and clear my throat. "I don't have friends." I start. "I was kinda social in high-school. Had a couple of friends. But that changed when I started living with my boyfriend. For the past eight years, my only friend has been Brandon. He never let anyone come too close to me. I thought it was love. Now I think it was fear. He was scared that they would see through his bullshit and make me leave him. Last year I met Lana and realised how much I had missed out on the magic of friendship. I only have one friend. Can you believe that? I think it's time I expand the tiny circle."

It’s better for things to remain the way they are now than to keep reopening wounds that haven’t healed. Still, I can’t help the ache inside. I thought we could move past that night and continue with our friendship. But maybe I was wrong. Maybe I truly have lost a good friend. And honestly, it hurts more than I expected. I miss him. I miss our long chats, the times he would come over to my place just to talk or hang out, the laughter we shared without even trying. All of that, gone. And the worst part is, I don’t know if I’ll ever get it back.