My Imaginary Friend Show 소설 & 이야기

I wish I could slip out of here but the annoying pixie by the door is blocking me in. "Why can't we just be friends again?" Izzy asks sadly and Briar lets out a heavy sigh. "We were never friends, Izzy. That wasn't what real friendship is." She says firmly and my heart soars when she looks over at me, warmth in her eyes. Pride fills my body and I naturally gravitate towards her. I stand behind her, soaking up her closeness and letting her know I'm here if she needs me. Izzy watches our interaction before she turns on her heel and leaves us alone.

Even so, she still wanted to see a mirror as she mumbled, “This can’t be real. It’s just a small wound. I can’t have scars on my face.” Irene turned around and cried silently. Complicated emotions stirred in me. Irene had treated me like her own son and always cared for me in my previous life. As I watched her, I could not help hating that she gave birth to such a selfish daughter. I walked over to call for a nurse to pacify Hedgar, but she glared at me with hate. “Get lost! I’m fine! Stop pretending to care!” A nurse wanted to convince Hedgar to not look at her face just yet, but I stopped her.

She's the best thing that ever happened to her. "Hey Nim, I'm guessing you're done with your video. How did it go?" Her friend asked as usual. "Emily, Where are you? Gosh, I'm so selfish, but I wish to see you so badly." Nima groaned selfishly and heard Emily chuckling at the other end. "Will be there in 15 minutes," Emily replied. Nima hummed and ended the call. She felt bad for using her friend for everything she wanted. Comfort, cuddles, help, advice, and so much more. Emily is practically her everything and anything before she brought her fantasy to life through her YouTube channel and felt like her life now had significance.

They just lurk around and try to take a peek. But when I'm home, Angel will always disappear and wait for me in my room. He said that my grandma may disapprove of our friendship. Since she can also see spirits as well, she might misinterpret Angel. So I just let him hide from grandma. After all, he's just an imaginary friend for me.

"Every human needs a friend, someone who can curse the people who hurt you more than you do, someone who will want to hurt the people who hurt you more than you do, someone who will make you laugh in situations you know nothing other than crying, someone who can listen to your nonsense overthinking imaginations. Just someone!"[Jacqueline] [Jacqueline's POV]

"I remember my life in Vindoria," Milli says, her gaze distant as she recalls her memories. "I am a Chiruchiri. Me and my childhood friend Pippin spent all our time exploring this forest." "But how did you end up in our world?" I ask, still trying to piece together the puzzle.

On every holiday, we all friends spend time together and watch a movie or go shopping or just chat but spend it together unless any one of us have a date which never happened with me except for that fake date with Stance. But, I really want to meet Mickey tomorrow too. I don't know but my day feels incomplete until I see Mickey. What is this feeling?

Who is she talking to? 'Click' "Emily?" I opened the door. Emily looked at me in surprise. She stood in front of the mirror. "Who are you talking to?" Emily looked back at the mirror with an expression that was hard to explain. Then he turned to look at me. "Elsa." "Who's Elsa?" I looked in the mirror. There's nothing there. "Frozen." I sighed. Apparently she has an imaginary friend. "Honey, it's getting late. You better get some sleep. You can talk to Elsa again tomorrow, okay?"

She expressed her gratitude easily, a feat she only managed when her teacher was involved. A snort was heard, "Don't mention it." Alina let a bemused smile cross her features, before bidding her teacher a goodbye, but before her finger could hit the end call button, Jake’s voice distracted her once more. "Oh wait, Kiddo, I've been meaning to ask you somethin'." He sounded concerned, skeptical. It made her freeze. Raising her brows in surprise, Alina muttered out a simple, "Yes?" "Have you seen your imaginary friend lately?"

She told me all about her imaginary friends, her favorite songs, and her upcoming school play where she was going to be a mermaid. As I braided her hair, her voice filled the room with an innocent joy that was a balm to my soul. The stress of the conversation with Eddie, the worries about my mom, all seemed to fade away for a while. In Chloe's world, things were simple, filled with boundless imagination and the unconditional love between a child and her caregiver.