Novel & Cerita Poem Missing A Friend

The room seemed to close in around me, suffocating me with its silence. As I walked away, the sound of my sobs echoed through the empty hallway, a haunting reminder of the friendship I had lost. I trudged back to the palace, my heart heavy with the weight of loss. The pain of losing my best friend, who had been my confidant and companion for years, gnawed at my soul. The grandeur of the palace, once a source of comfort, now seemed oppressive and suffocating.

Finally, a familiar voice broke through the silence, filled with concern and love. "Hey, Elena, what's wrong?" Syria's voice was a lifeline, offering comfort in a world that seemed devoid of it Tears streamed down Elena's face as she poured her heart out, her voice choked with emotion. "Syria, I miss my father so much. He was the only person who stood by me during the darkest times, alongside my mother. His absence feels like a void in my life that can never be filled." On the other end of the line, Syria listened attentively, her heart breaking for her best friend. She understood what she was feeling and her pain and the immense loss she was experiencing. Softly, she spoke words of comfort,

As we stood there, neither of us in a hurry to part ways, I realized that true friendships were like the moon – their light illuminated even the darkest of nights. "I promise to come and visit whenever I can," I reassured her, my gaze unwavering. Ella's lips curved into a small smile, the genuine appreciation in her eyes reflecting the sincerity of our bond. "I'll hold you to that promise, Scarlett." As I turned to leave, my heart was heavy with the knowledge that I was leaving behind a cherished friend. Yet, it was also buoyed by the knowledge that the ties that bound us were unbreakable. Our friendship was a source of strength and solace, a reminder that even when separated by distance, ou

“ My dearest Fia, There are days I awake with your laughter echoing from my dreams, days the warmth of the sun on my skin reminds me of your touch and days I long to tell you of my adventures; the one thing all those days have in common is the unique torture of being away from you. It becomes harder every day, harder to remember your smile, harder to recall the sweet sound of your voice. I miss you. I don’t think I ever told you this, but as I trek further into the forest, hiding from rogues in trees and building fires for the warmth it’s all I think about. You were- you are my best friend, and you’ll always be.

Something I rarely gave. “I miss specific people,” I said. The words came out before I could really think about them. My mind hated me for it, for being so open. “Not the life.” He didn’t look at me, just kept walking, but I could feel his attention. It was careful, like he was listening to every breath I took. “Who?” he asked. Simple. “My mother,” I said. That was easy. That grief was always there, a dull hum under everything. “And a friend I lost before I lost her, if that makes sense.”

No matter what we do, we willl never get back what we lost. The fighting on the clearing slowly dies; we have won. But I don't feel anything; I'm numb as Byron keeps howling in the most heartbreaking voice, full of suffering and sorrow. We've lost a friend..

One I don't want to remember and another I miss many times. I miss going out by myself, I miss seeing the bright sky, shining sun, people, gloomy flowers, going to the mall, meeting new people and my friends. Thinking about my friends….I am still thinking about Grace, ...how is she? What must she be doing? Maybe she has kids by now? Is she also blaming me for what happened with her family? Truth be told, I sincerely think that there’s no getting over losing a best friend, especially a best friend whom you’ve loved so much, was there with you through the best and the worst of times, and whom you’ve known forever. There’s no getting over it, at all.

(Pain is my old friend Who comes with memories Some are sweet but some are bad Then me, the pain and the memories These felt like gathering It's so special that We know each other really well Pain is my old friend) **** Shab-e-gum ki sehar nahi hoti Hoti bhi to mere ghar nahi hoti Zindagi tu bhi mukhtasar hoja Shab-e-gum mukhtasar nahi hoti. (There is no morning of sorrowful night

(don't) I wanted to apologise for the short chapters lately, just been so so busy But I promise you all that would soon change ,I'll probably post like 2-3times a day So just bear with me for a while okay? And if you liked those poetries I posted and searched for days and night (I just googled it but what the heck) Here are is one I found you'll really love Fragment of a Ballad by Elizabeth Siddal Many a mile over land and sea Unsummoned my love returned to me; I remember not the words he said

Aria wrote the poem for me. "According to Aria, she had this feeling deep down in her that there was a certain person out there in the word she couldn't remember, but felt she had this perfect connection with the person, a true friendship. Maybe a dear friend from her childhood... or someone she had a short encounter with. She couldn't tell. Her very good friend the queen, Freya the first shared In her sentiments. And maybe because of their each forgotten friendship, this was the reason they became best of friends." Mrs Becky paused, wiped the board clean.... She wrote on the board *FORGOTTEN*