Solo Player's Friend 소설 & 이야기

I put away the cup and clear my throat. "I don't have friends." I start. "I was kinda social in high-school. Had a couple of friends. But that changed when I started living with my boyfriend. For the past eight years, my only friend has been Brandon. He never let anyone come too close to me. I thought it was love. Now I think it was fear. He was scared that they would see through his bullshit and make me leave him. Last year I met Lana and realised how much I had missed out on the magic of friendship. I only have one friend. Can you believe that? I think it's time I expand the tiny circle."

'' Well, what is your thing then? ''Why are you talking to me?'' I asked completely and, utterly done. All I wanted was to practise in peace but noooo that was just too much to ask. ''I just wanted to be your friend,'' she said. I rolled my eyes, not like I haven't heard that one before. ''Look Mindy you seem nice and all but, I don't need nor require any more friends. Thanks but no thanks. Now excuse me while I go practice somewhere else,'' I said

"Thank you for letting me know about her. Honestly, I am flattered about it. A girl like her wants to be friends with a girl like me. An ugly duckling? This sounds too good to be true Rohan. But I assure you I will think about it. I. Just to let you know Friendship for me is Holy, I love people with all my heart and I am hoping it's not one of your games." His gaze held mine in a challenging stance and I swallowed. "I have never played any game with you, Jacqueline, why do you think I would do so now?"

For the first time in his life,he cried for his best friend Few weeks after they met at the market, he called her and they meet up at a nice restaurant. There, he told her his feelings,he expressed how much he loved her but Zuwairah turned him down. She told him she preferred them being friends,he felt bad but has no choice but to oblige. If that's what will make her happy then he's ready to do anything for her and that was how they became best of friends. They don't even hide anything from each other Yusuf couldn't handle it as he leave his colleagues to take care of the rest "he needs to do something for his friend,he can't just loose her just like that" he thought walking out

He chuckled lightly while I leaned back, crossing my arms. “What is it?” I asked. “Are you free for dinner?” Of all the things I expected, that wasn’t one of them. “I don’t go out with players,” I said immediately but his smile didn’t falter. “Even if they’re charming?” “Especially then.” He chuckled softly, rubbing the side of his sharp jawline. “What about Davian?” “He’s a friend.” I replied, my expression unchanging. “Good,” he said smoothly. “I can be your friend too.”

His jaw was tight, but he didn’t grab the phone from me. “You were my friend,” I said. “And you were his wife. Friendship died in that bedroom the same day your marriage did.” “If you post that photo, you are not hurting Adrian. You are helping Damien keep me tied to a man who will not sign.” “Maybe I want you tied. Maybe I like watching you scramble and suffer.” My free hand curled into a fist. “What kind of human are you?? What did he promise you this time?” “I don’t think that is your business anymore.”

she tapped her hearing aide, "I only sign. And girls my age don't like me because I'm beneath them." "Fuck! That's crazy, Sinclair. They don't deserve you anyway. But I know what you mean. I had a lot of fake friends before. They only like me because of my brother and his friends. When I realized that's the case. I said, to hell with them. I am better off alone. That's why I am glad I met you tonight. Listen, can we exchange numbers?" "Oh, god. Sure. I would like that. We can meet sometimes." They exchanged numbers, giggling when they realized they had the same phone case.

Then I leaned against it. Why did I feel disappointed? He was right. We couldn't make things complicated. He was Aria's brother. I was her best friend. There were lines we shouldn't cross. My phone vibrated. I looked down. Blake. I opened the message. I'm sorry. I stared at it. Another message appeared. I shouldn't have said those things to you. I typed. It's okay. His reply came quickly. It isn't. I stared at the screen. Then typed:

No, no," I hastened to say. “Being your friend is wonderful. I just meant that here I am, thirty-one years old, and I've never had a friend as close as you. — Embarrassed to be naked with him since he stopped playing Dhiraj, I took the sheet and covered myself. "I've always had a lot of friends," I said. “Of both sexes. But always to go for clubbing, cinema, theatre, shopping, playing tennis in the park. Do a lot of things, usually in a group. Not just the two of us spending time together. Helping each other,

There were Catur, Fauzi, Kiki, Metha, Adi Sihite, Anton they always entertained me, who knows how long, but still one thing I feel alone. Adi Sihite, he is my best friend, he is the craziest person and entertains me all this time, morning, noon, evening and even night, slumbering, karaoke, to the beach with him regardless of distance, which I think is only one important thing I'm not CRAZY with all the trials this love.