Poems About Best Friends That Make You Cry の小説・ストーリー

My friend cried, hugging me. “You're never going to regret this.” Well, what if I did?

She understands immediately. “Cleo… you don’t have friends, do you?” Cortney asks. She suddenly breaks down crying, and both Cort and I feel awful. She looks up at us. “My best friend relocated last month. We always celebrated my birthday together. This year, I wanted everyone to come. I planned a really big party, but… no one showed up. And I even saw a message in a group chat they added me to. They said I should keep dreaming and just be the creep I’ve always been.”

As tears filled my eyes, I told her, "You're my best friend." Gisselle's eyes were glistening with tears as she looked at me. Then she reached out and wrapped a tight hug around me. "I know. I'm sorry, too," she whispered. As we held each other in that embrace, I felt a glimmer of hope for our friendship. It was a long road ahead, full of forgiveness and understanding, but I was determined to rebuild what we had lost.

I stared at him and stroked his face, encouraging him to look at me as well, and I could see the sadness in his eyes, "I'm aware that you have a problem. I have noticed you before. What exactly is going on?" I noticed his tears streaming down his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away, "There's nothing. Sorry for the inconvenience. I realized that we don't get along very well anymore, and I'm afraid I'll lose my best friend." I'm not sure why, but hugging him brought tears to my eyes. After all, Shan is the only reason my eyes teared up. It's all about happiness, "I won't let you go. I'll always be your best friend. ven if we're not together all the time, I will continue to love you, as my bes

Tears form in my eyes as I utter the last sentence. She stood by me when I needed someone’s support. She held me up when I was falling down. That’s what best friends do, isn’t it? Female best friends are not just friends; they are more than that. They are your soul sisters who will be with you through every thick and thin, without even letting you feel it. She’s my soul sister, without a doubt. “I’ll miss you too, Grace. And don’t forget to video call me daily and make me see the twins.” She instructs me, her eyes filling with tears but she’s trying to hold back her emotions.

I was lonely Until you came A friend you were truly We played handball and some other games My joy knew no bounds Seeing you jumping at me, making barking sounds In the mall, On the lawn At bedtime when everything is quiet and still And in the street, on the floor, on the road, on the hill I fed you with food You fed me with company Our friendship was very smooth And I could not see between us any suffering You were my personal belonging You made my nights and mornings One morning came and you left You said goodbye but it hurt I knew it won't be fine anymore and I did fret But it seemed that was my lot You are my friend But you brought me pain It was not something you did intentionally send

And Tristan realized Lena was following him. So, he followed her. He killed her on that cliff because she knew too much and was going to tell me the truth. So, she had to die. I sat in that small office, my whole body shaking. I felt a vast, consuming hatred boiling inside me. Tristan Shaw, you killed my best friend. You killed the person who cared for me more than anyone else in the world. And you still sat across from me every day, eating like nothing had happened, smiling as you told me good night.

“I just feel so emotional because you’re the bestest friend a girl could ever have, and I wanted you to know I love you.” Before you come at me, I’ve been using the word ‘Bestest’ since I heard Nicki Minaj rap it in a song called BedRock. It weirdly made sense. “Aww, Babe,” she says, her own eyes watering. “I love you too.” “Why are you crying?” I ask, my voice catching. “Because you’re crying,” she sniffles, fanning her face. We both burst out laughing through our tears, probably looking ridiculous to everyone else, but I don’t care.

This is all too unbearable but I hope, slightly hope, that maybe this water can wash away my tears and drown my sorrows. My once upon a time best friend is dead. My once upon a time boyfriend is dead. The kid they were both expecting is also gone. I know what they did to me was wrong and I still hate them for it but I didn't want them to vanish from the face of the earth. To die in a fire? What an excruciating way to die. I wouldn't wish that on even my worst enemy.

I drew a deep breath and reluctantly hugged her. “you look beautiful. Even more beautiful when you cry ” she teases I burst into a slow lingering laughter, still sniffling.“why are you so silly”? “Hailey… you are my best friend in the whole world, and you mean so much to me. I hate to see you cry… even though you're prettier when you do”