My Best Friend Is Invisible Novels & Stories

I sat down across from him, far enough to feel like I was shielding myself, close enough to know I wasn’t. “Her name was Isa,” I began. “She was my best friend growing up. One day, she just disappeared from my life—like someone switched off a light and when shitched on no shadow left. No explanation, no goodbye.” Franc listened along without interrupting. “She was the first person who made me feel seen and loved,” I added. “And when she left, it was like I’d become invisible again.” like goind back the old me Franc put the notebook down.

"But you are also one of the things that makes me happiest. If it weren't for you, I would be alone in this world, with no one to talk to or cheer me up. You are a friend who, although invisible, has played the biggest role in shaping me into who I am today." Looking at everything I've done and where I am in my life, if even my best friend thinks it's useless, doesn't that make everything useless for me too? So, I'd better be excited because we're having a big party. After that, I need to write the chapter of my novel so it can be published today, and my editor might stop mentally criticizing me over the latest updates," I said, and the gentle smile she gave me was enough to let me know she

Maybe she'd never believed me. "I thought we were friends," I said. "Friends?" Sarah's voice cracked. "Friends don't make each other feel like shit every day. Friends don't make each other feel invisible." "I never meant to make you feel invisible." "But you did." Sarah's voice was quieter now, but somehow more devastating. "Every single day. Do you know what it's like to stand next to someone who has everything? Who everyone loves and admires? Who gets handed a perfect mate bond while the rest of us have to fight for scraps?"

She was my best friend and the only one at school, well really in our pack, that got me besides Cristabell, my other bff. I’m not popular, or unpopular. I’m definitely not competition for any of the hot girls at school, who all have their eye on being the next Luna, it seemed. I’m just average, which in the high school world, equals… invisible. And while invisible was generally alright (less drama), for the last couple of weeks, I had been feeling…off. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Restless. Almost stir crazy; like I had been sitting around too long and just had to do something. Like something bigger was waiting for me. I was lost in thought as I closed my locker and headed toward th

"Make myself take up less space, less air, less noise. If he could not locate me easily I was safer. I got very good at it." Dr. Vivian says: "And then you spent fifteen years becoming the most visible man in every room you entered." I look at her. "Because invisible men get left," I say. The words arrive already formed, like they have been waiting a long time for the right question. "I disappeared and my family moved and Mickie was standing in front of an empty house. I was invisible and I lost everything. So I built something so large and so loud that nobody could miss it. Nobody could look past it. Nobody could leave without seeing exactly what they were walking away from."

I'd wanted to know what a normal life felt like, so I'd kept that part of myself buried. When I met Samantha, struggling to get by but pushing through school anyway, I made her my best friend. When she couldn't afford the hot meals in the cafeteria, I'd pile extra food onto my tray every day and pretend I couldn't finish it, sliding it over to her. When she couldn't pay for school materials, I'd made up a story about winning a scratch-off and covered it for her. When guys from outside school started giving her trouble, I'd scared them off myself.

Careful not to notice the way that top clung to her breasts or the smooth skin of her thighs or the way she played with a strand of her hair while she talked. Professional. This was professional. Then she started talking about loneliness. "I don't really have friends," she said quietly. "I mean, I have people I talk to sometimes. But nobody who really knows me, you know? Nobody who'd notice if I disappeared tomorrow." "That must feel isolating." "It is. I just—" She stopped. Looked down at her hands. "I feel invisible most of the time. Like I could scream and nobody would hear me." Something in my chest tightened.

And all along, he was the stranger. I threw the covers off me as nausea swirled in my gut. My lower abdomen tensed, a reminder that I wasn’t supposed to be moving so much yet. But physical pain was easier to bear than emotional collapse. At least when my body ached, I could name the reason. I could point to the bruise or the wound and say, there... it hurts here. But heartbreak? Betrayal? Those were invisible wounds with no clear edges. No bandages. No medicine. My father with my best friend.

Silent. The hours crawled, the suffocating quiet heavier than any fight they’d ever had. Caleb stared at the ceiling, his chest hollow. His best friend, his anchor, his everything, was gone. Not physically. Worse. Gone in a way that meant no return. And for the first time, Caleb understood what it meant to be invisible.

He followed at a slow, steady pace, hands in his pockets, eyes glowing under the light. “A nobody?” I laughed too loudly, the sound brittle and sharp. “Please. That’s what they all say until they’ve got you right where they want you. Invisible. That’s what I am. Invisible to Bryan. Invisible to Alex. Invisible to the whole damn world that paints me as one of his… things.” His smile faded, replaced by something steadier, sharper. He slowed his steps until he was only a few feet from me, his voice low, serious. “Trust me, Chloe. I see you.”