Tell Me We Weren't Just Friends นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Helios's eyes sparkled with confusion, his face flushed. "We're just friends," I added, trying to sound convincing. But the words rang hollow. Helios's face fell, his expression a mix of disappointment and understanding. Whether je like it or not. We can never be just friends. The tension between us was palpable, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Helios's eyes locked onto mine, a hint of resignation in their depths. "I think you're right," he said finally, his voice low and husky. Our friendship had crossed a threshold. There was no going back. The question was, where did we go from here?

I further added saying "Just because we are her best friends doesn't mean we will support her blindly for hurting our other friend. True friends should teach what's right and what's wrong if we care so much about each other" My mind stated true, but did you guys ever tried to listened to her when she was alone. She wanted to talk with you all, but you guys didn't even allowed her to speak we just walked away. Just like that. I shrugged off my thoughts I can't blame anyone here. We all agreed to that. Why the fuck I even agreed I don't know.

I didn't want to owe him more than I already did. "I've been getting myself home safely for years without your help," I said, pulling my arm free. "I don't need a knight in shining armor." "Good, because I'd make a terrible knight." His eyes locked with mine. "But I would make a decent friend." The word hung between us in the cold night air. Friend. Was that what this strange relationship was becoming? "Your friends are in there," I said, gesturing toward the club. "The ones who think it's fun to torment the waitstaff."

Amelia smiled. "We've been close friends for years. Neither of us would mess around with something like that. We're just friends. Nothing more. Christopher, thank you for telling me all of this today. If we can, I'd like us to be this honest with each other from now on."

I stayed quiet. “Or do you want me to tell you I'm not better off without you? What exactly do you want me to say?” I swallowed. “I just want to be friends again," silence, “I'm not talking about being in love. I'm not talking about sex. I'm not talking about getting back together.” I paused. “I just want my friend back.” His breathing changed. “It hurts, Marco.” “What hurts?” “That everybody disappeared.” I shook my head. “We were all so close growing up. You. Me. Shane. Sade. Everybody.”

“You never told me about him.” “That’s because we are not friends.” She paused. “What?” “We are not friends. That was only the second time he has ever spoken to me.” “I thought he was your friend. That was why I reluctantly gave him my number.” “Well, he’s not.” “Let’s go back. I need to delete my number.” She tried to head back to him but I stopped her. “Are you being serious?” I asked in disbelief. “Yes, of course.” “What would you even say?”

“Naturally, everyone is entitled to make an assumption about our relationship. However, I want to clarify that we have been best friends since pup years, destined mates and nothing or no one can change that fact. They can argue with the wall for all I care.” I stepped down from the podium, ignoring the stirs of reporters wanting more. They always wanted more. There was never an end, but I did not card anymore. ***

She reminded. "Doesn't matter," I said, firmly. Madonna watched me for a few seconds. She folded her arms and rested back against the chair. "It's fishy, but I'll leave the matter to you." I nodded once, but her words didn't leave me. High school friends. College friends. Barely talk now, It seemed fishy but twenty friends definitely won't play for twenty years like the saying goes. I sat down once more, closer to Madonna this time. Our shoulders nearly touched. "You really think something could be there?" I asked.

"Talk." It's almost like his words are like a command sequence in my brain, because sure enough, I wanna talk. Not like I can escape him anymore. So here goes nothing. "We aren't friends," I start. For a second, Eli just stares and then rolls his eyes. "Yeah, no shit, because you won't talk to him, making things hella weird for the friend group, never mind the others thinking that you're—" "I mean we have never been friends." Eli cocks his head in confusion, his eyes fixed on mine.

"It doesn't matter. We're just... we used to be friends. That's all." But even as he said it, he could feel the lie burning on his tongue. Because friends didn't look at each other the way he and Ryan had been looking at each other all morning. Friends didn't have moments where the world disappeared around them. Friends didn't have histories written in almost-kisses and midnight phone calls and the kind of longing that lived in your chest like a second heartbeat.