روايات وقصص ضمن No We Can't Be Friends

I snap at her angrily before I walk ahead of her. "Are you being serious right now? We always share the same enemy, so why can't we share the same friend?" She scoffs as she rushes to catch up with me. If only she knows what I'm trying to avoid, if only she knows the true color of that bastard, she won't ever want to go anywhere close to him. "That's ridiculous, Charity. You can't be friends with someone because I'm friends with the person. It's ok to share the same enemy as me, but when it comes to friends, it's not ideal," I say to her again, and she scoffs.

I’d heard everything from Isak, saying he didn’t like them arguing about me and not wanting their bet to ruin a centuries-old friendship. I don’t want to be the reason these fools stop being friends. They’ve defied all the odds for so long. If their kind and the nature of their species’ societal norms weren’t enough to destroy their friendship, I’d feel like a piece of shit if I’m the reason they stopped being friends. I’m not looking to break up their friendship. I want them to give up their stupid bet.

“Maybe we should just try to be friends. No more drama.” Andrew smiled, a genuine warmth in his eyes. “I don't want to be friends with you.”

Even if we have broken up,it’s not fair for you to treat me like an enemy. “I do not see you as an enemy,Charlotte.” “We could be friends then.” I sighed,really wishing we were not having this conversation right now. She was grieving and I didn’t want to say or do anything to make her feel bad. But at the same time,I had to say this. “We can’t be friends.” “Why?”

I mocked, “He’s sounding more and more like your friend to me.” He shook his head, “Mutual beneficiaries are the closest I will accept.” “How sad.” “Fact of life. Friends are a luxury that I cannot afford.”

“I don’t want you close to me anymore. Thank you for always being there for me, but we have to act like strangers from now on.” Kaiden chuckled. “That’s a joke, right? What are you even talking about?” he asked. “We can’t be friends anymore,” she said. “The world is against us, okay? And it’s best we stay apart. We don’t have to sit together during lunchtime. We don’t have to talk, joke, or act like friends.” She opened her backpack and took out the phone and Wi-Fi he had given her. “I don’t need this anymore. Thanks for being a wonderful friend.”

“My point is, I’m married to Aeliana, and my being touched by any other woman would upset her.” “Does she not trust you?” “No,” I painfully nod. “And doing things like that would only make things harder on me. She would get the wrong idea if she saw us together, I hope you understand that.” “So we can’t be friends because it upsets her? You said we’d always be friends, Kingston. Why am I losing you entirely?” She asks, her voice trembling. “It’s not fair, she can’t do this to us.” “We’re friends, Audrey, just not…” I sigh. “We will always be friends, our friendship doesn't make her uncomfortable it’s how close we can get, and as long as nothing happens between us, we’ll be friends still.”

"Daddy and I are friends but we can't be boyfriend and girlfriend." "Why not" Nathan asked with the simple logic of a six year old. "You're both single. You both don't want other people. You're already friends. It makes sense." Out of the mouths of babes. Nathan saw what I was trying to ignore. That Damian and I were both single. Both avoiding other relationships. Both still connected to each other in ways that went beyond co-parenting. Maybe Nathan was right that it made sense. Or maybe we were both just too broken to move on.

"Don't say anything. Can we remain friends? For now at least" I shrugged. "I guess" "Good. Can we go somewhere together?" "I can't..." "Please. It's very important. You won't regret it" I sighed. I hope I won't.

After a long moment, he finally said through gritted teeth, “It’s because of Margot that you’re angry with me, isn’t it? Then, I’ll make a concession. I won’t take any mistresses, but I’ll bring Margot to live with me. “The Western Region is remote and inaccessible. Justin has no influence in the capital. He won’t be able to help you.” I smiled. “What I, Zenia Seymour, want is a Prince Consort, not a minister.” My prince consort did not need to be able to help me. He just needed to be by my side. That was enough. I took Justin’s hand, and our fingers intertwined. Then, we slowly walked out of the palace gates. Along the way, Justin’s fingers remained tense. He did not say a word.