Loss Of A Best Friend Poem Novels & Stories

The word sounded strange, foreign, as if it belonged to someone else’s language. A hollow laugh slipped out of me, cracked and bitter. “Hope? I lost my baby. I lost my mother. I lost my best friend, I lost literally everything and today I lost the only man I thought I could love.” The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating. Even the hum of the engine seemed to dim beneath the weight of my words.

And Tristan realized Lena was following him. So, he followed her. He killed her on that cliff because she knew too much and was going to tell me the truth. So, she had to die. I sat in that small office, my whole body shaking. I felt a vast, consuming hatred boiling inside me. Tristan Shaw, you killed my best friend. You killed the person who cared for me more than anyone else in the world. And you still sat across from me every day, eating like nothing had happened, smiling as you told me good night.

I was lonely Until you came A friend you were truly We played handball and some other games My joy knew no bounds Seeing you jumping at me, making barking sounds In the mall, On the lawn At bedtime when everything is quiet and still And in the street, on the floor, on the road, on the hill I fed you with food You fed me with company Our friendship was very smooth And I could not see between us any suffering You were my personal belonging You made my nights and mornings One morning came and you left You said goodbye but it hurt I knew it won't be fine anymore and I did fret But it seemed that was my lot You are my friend But you brought me pain It was not something you did intentionally send

Or maybe the weight of seeing someone fall apart right in front of her. I turned back to the view. I didn’t know how to sit with all of this. With everything I’d lost. “I miss her,” I whispered, the words barely holding together. “Before all this, she was the person I told everything to. She was my best friend. And now… we’re like strangers. Strangers that want nothing to do with each other.” I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “I didn’t just lose my mother today. I lost my person.”

Afraid that perhaps I’d put too much of the wolfsbane in my drink, I threw the packet across the opposite side of the tree, and laid my head on Mateo’s grave mound. “I was hoping you’d bring me pancakes this morning, like you always do on my birthday.” It seemed that the poison wouldn’t allow me to control my emotions. “But you really disappointed me, my friend.” I was unconsciously grabbing the sand on his grave. “My best friend hasn’t wished me a happy birthday.” I took up the fistful of sand and threw it against his name. “What kind of friend are you, huh?!” I lifted my head and glared at his tombstone, bursting into tears as I saw the mess I’d made. I lifted a finger, tracing the engravi

They mumbled hurried, unintelligible words as they patted her back or gave her a brief hug. She wanted to tell them that time wasn't going to heal this wound, and that she wasn't sure everything was going to be okay. She had lost her best friend and nothing was okay at the moment. But she didn't say anything, and they continued to come up to her and mutter the words they felt would make her feel better, as she struggled to grasp the concept of the fragility of life. One minute someone was here, and the next minute they were gone forever. What a waste it was.

I sighed out. I could swear her pupils dilated. My heart was beginning to hurt so badly. One, from being away from Luca as he said. And two, from my pretentious ex-best friend. I totally ignored her even when she screamed my name. I couldn’t believe I had just lost my best friend. My one and only soul sister. If this just happened in a day, I wonder what was going to become of me in few weeks’ time. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A/n So? What did you think? Leave a five-star review and comment your thoughts. Have fun till next update!!

THE worst part about losing someone is losing them when you least expect it. It's not every day you have your parents break the news to you that your best friend has committed suicide. It was one of those days where I just had that gut feeling that something was bound to go wrong–and trust me, I’ve had more than one of those days–but never in my life could I have imagined something going this wrong.

Though as I sat there and stared at a picture of Rose, my bestfriend, I could feel the it being chipped away and it was on a matter of time. I was lost and falling apart. I wasn’t fine and I was beginning to think I never would be again. I was lost and falling apart. I wasn’t fine and I was beginning to think I never would be again. I was lost and falling apart. I wasn’t fine and I was beginning to think I never would be again.

"I thought it was the right thing to do at that very moment. B-Because I feel like everything is pointless. I didn't know what to think anymore. I'm sorry." I spent most of the moments just talking to him. All the things that I can't tell anyone, I can only bring out to him. Even then, he had always been my best listener and advisor. Now that he's gone, I didn't just lose a fiance, I also lost my best friend.