Signs His Friends Are More Important の小説・ストーリー

All the places where his friends and sister ruled. In the end, he found his friends and family more important than his own life, his own Kingdom. He let himself be surrounded by warriors who were not as strong as all others he sent to the other Kingdoms. To protect his sister and his friends… He let himself be vulnerable and exposed. The staring contest between us both ends when he turns away. “ There is nothing that you need to do. As long as you stay away from your Father and his Pack, I will trust you. ”

Shane frowned and decisively declined, "No, I have to go home to accompany my wife. I don't have time." Henry felt like his heart had been struck by lightning ten thousand times. "Shane, didn't we agree that friends are like family and women are like clothes? Aren't we still your closest friends?" Shane stayed stoic. "You're just a hair on my head at best. Anything else? If not, I'm hanging up." He needed to quickly finish his work and go home to be with Haley. As for friends? What were friends anyway? Were his friends more important than his wife?

he reassured me, his tone understanding. I took a deep breath, feeling strangely relieved to share my thoughts with him. “There is someone else,” I admitted quietly. He nodded; his expression somber as he met my gaze. “I see.” Then, he surprised me by reaching out and placing his hand on my head. “Don’t let this little date change what we already have. Your friendship is very precious to me. I don’t want to lose that.” Touched by his sincerity, I couldn’t help but smile.

They knew how he would behave in front of a new friend since they had been going out together for a long time. “Young Master Siegfried, without you, our lives are miserable. Only you can save us from the boring shit,” Jackie said. “I thought you guys forgot about me.” For as long as Clemont was grounded, none of his friends contacted him. “What? We didn’t contact you because you didn’t contact us. We are afraid to bother you.” “Yeah. We didn’t come out at all without you, Young Master Siegfried.” “No way. You guys are players. How could you not gather for drinks?”

Much lonelier than I am because he didn't have Sam. Money, success, attention from the opposite sex, and people fawning over him—they're no guarantee of happiness. I remember his words well, spoken as a child: "It's enough if you have one friend, and that friend is real." Jaden was right then, too. He and I don't feel the need to be liked by everyone. The important thing is knowing that there's someone in the world who accepts you completely, no strings attached. I know I've found that person. Does Jaden know this? If we're still here today, walking hand in hand, then he most likely does.

About the pressure and the loneliness. "I never had friends," he admits. "Just allies. People who wanted something from me. Or feared me. Or both." "That sounds lonely." "It was. Until you. Until my brothers and I bonded over you." He smiles slightly. "You gave us something real. Something that matters beyond crowns and politics. You gave us family." "You already were family."

I asked. Something moved across his face. Relief, maybe. “No feelings. No jealousy. Friendship is the priority, always. If either of us gets uncomfortable, it stops, no questions, no hard feelings. And we don’t talk about it like it’s something it isn’t.” “Which is what, exactly?” “Two people who trust each other. Helping each other out.” I looked at him for a moment. Then at the pizza boxes on the table. Then back at him. “Okay.”

“Because nagging someone into the ground is love.” “That’s her way,” he said quietly. Then, softer, “Better than nothing.” I didn’t argue. That night, he didn’t study. Didn’t even try. He just sat cross-legged on my bed, staring at his hands. I sat beside him, waiting. Finally, he said, “I don’t think I’ve ever really had friends.” My chest clenched. “You did.” He shook his head. “No. Not real ones. People liked what I could do for them. The game. The

“I have all of your attention. If you get a girlfriend—who will I talk to? Who’ll carry me? Who’ll play tea party or watch movies with me? If you give someone else your attention, what happens to my attention? I won’t allow it!” He blinked. Then a grin slowly spread across his face. “Baylekins… no one will ever take me from you. I’m not even interested in them. Our friendship is all I need—and one I’ll cherish until your 18th birthday. Then, maybe we’ll reevaluate. But until then, they can look…” He raised his hand to his chest, “…but they’ll never be allowed to touch.” I smacked his shoulder. “You think a lot of yourself, don’t you?”

My shoulders lowered then I looked sincerely at his face. "Dy, don't think like that. Even if I gain a hundred new friends, you're still the most important. You're my only best friend. You are the only one who stayed when everyone turned their backs on me because of those stupid rumors. So don't get upset, okay? If you want, I'll introduce you so that you can have new friends too." His forehead furrowed. "I hate people. And I don't need anyone. I only need you. You are more than enough for me."