Loss Of A Best Friend Poem Novels & Stories

"Can't you just… let the past be?" *Let the past be.* He mentioned Max. It was the worst thing he could have said. The careful control I'd maintained shattered. "You can ‘let it be' because you lost nothing!" The words tore from my throat, raw and guttural. My vision swam with red. "I lost my best friend! The one living thing that loved me unconditionally when you couldn't be bothered! That doesn't just ‘go away'!" I was screaming. I didn't recognize my own voice.

As he adjusted his watch on his way out, he said with chilling nonchalance, "I expect to see you at home by 6 PM. If I have to come find you myself, you’ll regret it." I scrubbed my skin raw in the shower, my entire body overwhelmed by a despair I couldn’t shake. Who am I? Who am I, really? What is the truth here? I felt like I was losing my mind. Stumbling down the street, I wandered aimlessly, my face pale, dragging my heavy feet one step at a time. I had no idea how long I had been walking when, in the distance, I spotted the man from the mall again—the one searching for his fiancée.

My heart ached with a pain I hadn't known was possible. As I cut the call, a sob escaped my lips. How had things gone so wrong? The boy who had once been my confidant, my closest friend, was now a stranger. And in that moment, the realization that I had lost him for good hit me with the force of a tidal wave. I buried my face in my hands, letting the tears flow freely, mourning not just the loss of a friend, but the loss of the future I had once imagined.

That crushed my heart. "But I'm like family, Cris," a tear streamed down my face. "I need time," she said, and then she stormed out of the front door. I fell to my knees on the floor, burying my face in my hands as I sobbed. Nothing can take this pain away. I lost my best friend too. I know I have lost her. I don't think that she would ever want to face me again. I cannot breathe, my heart is already in pieces, so how much more can it break?

A place where I wouldn’t have to be a maid anymore and no one would continue to try to get me into trouble. I continued dragging my feet with so much spiraling through my body. Tears flowed down my eyes, and my heart was beating heavily in sadness. While dragging my feet, Tara’s smiling face kept popping up in my head. I couldn’t believe she was gone, my best friend was gone for eternity. “The one person who has always supported me… why is it that she had to leave this world? Why did it have to be at Lthe expense of my freedom?” I said, sniffling and sobbing gently.

I’ll hold on to all the good I can to help me through the loss of Horatio. ‘Don’t worry, child. I am certain that I will reunite with you!’ Horatio’s comforting voice rang in my head. ‘I hope so, friend.’ Horatio is like my best friend. The thought of not having him is tearing my heart out. I'll lose him and a piece of myself. I'll give merit to what he says, being determined to find a way to reunite us. There's no way I'm going through life without Horatio. I cannot allow that to pass.

"I've got you." I cry into his chest. I can't stop. The tears just keep coming, hot and heavy, soaking through his shirt. I feel the mate bond humming between us—the golden light that everyone saw—but it doesn't comfort me. It just reminds me of what I've lost. "I lost her," I whisper. "I lost my best friend." "She's not lost. She just needs time." "How much time? Days? Weeks? Years?" He doesn't answer. Because he doesn't know.

“Two boys travelling the world, next to no supervision. It was fun but we missed her a lot. I still do. Wondered what our lives would've been like if she were still alive.” “It never goes away. The grief of losing someone that is.” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “Yeah. Ever lost someone?” He asked. I let the question hang for a bit, wondering if I should share. I'd never told anyone about him. Ever. I'd barely spoken his name since I left home. I could still remember what he looked like. Could see every mark and hair on his face like it was yesterday. “I… I lost my best friend.” “I'm sorry.” Ryan said gently. “Was it long ago?”

The side that was with him when he lost his mate. He definitely remembered only those sides. I knew this from the tears that were falling from his eyes. The wails that were escaping his mouth. The way he hugged his knees and cried like a child. "He was my best friend, Asher, '' he said, "no matter how broken he was, he was still my best friend". I bent down beside him, rubbing his back, "I'm so sorry you are going through this, I'm so sorry that life is so cruel".

I stared at the screen not paying it much attention. Instead, my mind was hyper-focused on what had just happened. Was I reading into this too much? Probably. Zack was a very loyal guy so it was probably just a friendly peck on the head. Yeah, that's what it was, a friendly kiss on the head given to me by my best and only friend. My best friend, damn my life. You can say that again.