Quotes For Broken Friendship Novels & Stories

“What?” “You’re not a trophy, Chloe,” she said. “You’re not something they win. They both care? Fine. Let them care. Let them show it. Let them figure themselves out while you figure you out.” My breath caught. “I don’t want their friendship to fall apart,” I whispered. “Oh, honey,” she said, brushing my shoulder gently, “It already cracked. That’s what love does. That’s what wanting does. But cracks aren’t the same as breaks.” I swallowed.

Somewhere between my second cup of coffee and his third whiskey, the distance between us disappeared. After a while, I leaned back, sighing. “You ever think maybe we’re all just… broken people who met at the wrong time?” Tomas chuckled. “That’s the most poetic shit I’ve heard in weeks.” “I’m serious.” “So am I,” he said. “But maybe that’s what makes it work. Broken recognizes broken.” That line stuck in my chest. He wasn’t wrong. I smiled, small but genuine. “You know what? For someone who works for a mob family, you’re not half bad.”

“How… How can… our friendship… end like this?” To be continued…

"Don't dirty her clothes." This time, Scott didn't look at him—only at me. I met his gaze coolly, and he gave another bitter laugh, dropping his hand. "Fiona… you weren't like this before… No matter how many times we 'broke up,' you always waited for me…" "In the past… I was just a fool." I shook my head at him and, taking Tommy's hand, turned to walk away. Faintly, I thought I heard Scott's broken voice behind me. "No… back then, you loved me the most…"

I could feel it's all coming back now. I'd always thought I'd never have to go through that anymore, since my season of weeping had gone and my morning had finally come. How wrong I was. Will I have to go through it over again? The numbness, the feeling of not belonging? The feeling of uncertainty and loss? Will I have to go through it all over again? “ Please don't do this, Jose. ” Even as I said that, the pain I was feeling intensified. I'd always heard that friendship breakups are worse than romantic break ups as they leave a hole in the heart. But I'd never known it could be this worse.

His wailing sound was now more sounding like the broken sobs of a human. “What happened, bro?” Abel murmured a question though he didn’t need an answer to comfort his best friend, his best friend did answer through a broken sob. “He broke the bond.” ‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊

We live in a practical world of bad people and heartbreaks. Sometimes, you don’t lose a friend - completely. But it also does not stay the same. It happens when something big shakes your beautiful bond, something so heartbreaking that you just can’t forget and forgive. You don’t kill the friendship though. You kind of patch up. But the crack stays. It’s like you put a band-aid on a wound that goes deeper than the skin. It’s like you are smiling with a rose in hand, but the thorns are biting your skin. The pain stays. There is frustration inside. You are still angry. You still feel betrayed. You still feel used. And you still feel let down.

She paused and looked at me. “Friendship is that one thing I’ve always wanted especially when it’s true and pure but you see, it’s not easy to do things without having someone who is willing to give as much as the have. Please be my friend and give me every inch of you and u will forever have that in my heart that I will cherish for the longest of time please be that person to me and I will never have a reason to be heart broken again.” She said.

"Thought I'd drop by since I'm not drowning in free time lately." He smiled, dwindled, and fiddled with a needle. "I guess you're here to talk about the ongoing mess?" "Yep. How's Carmen holding up?" The sad look on his face was pitiful. "She's not talking to me, and I feel terrible," he said with a sigh. "I broke the rules of friendship." "Well, I'm glad you recognized you were an ass for doing what you did." "Hey, that's not how it works; you're supposed to make me feel better."

friends. That word is so unusual to me, it's a word that defines a strong bond between people, but those bonds are easily broken. Who's worthy of such a responsibility? A bond is easily broken when presented to the right temptations, and humans often succumb to temptation, so how are we so sure we wouldn't be betrayed by our own "friends." The truth is, you don't. Just look for the right people it's worth hurting for; I have already found that person. I wonder if there will be more?