The Summer I Fell For My Best Friend Mga Nobela at Kwento

But I’d been in his position before, heart in my palms, hoping someone would take it. “I can try,” I whispered. “To see you as… more than a friend. I just can’t promise I’ll—” I didn’t finish. Josh pulled me into his arms, holding me like something precious. “That’s enough,” he murmured into my hair. “As long as you try, Sera. That’s more than enough.” My breath lifted, then stalled. A single snowflake drifted down between us. Then another. I looked up from his shoulder, watching delicate white specks fall from the sky.

“You’re my best friend’s daughter, I don’t want to cross that line with you, no matter how hard it is so I need to leave.” “This Summer,” She broke down into tears. “This is forbidden” And merely stating the obvious shouldn’t hurt this much but it did. I was wrong what I said earlier, leaving Summer was the hardest part of everything.

The afternoon was gone. Everything that had seemed fixed and certain when she arrived, who she was, what she wanted, where the lines were drawn, had been taken apart and reconstructed into something she was still learning the shape of. She was eighteen. She was going to college, and now. She was in love with her best friend's father, and her best friend knew, and the world had not ended, and tomorrow she would wake up in her own bed in her own house and figure out what you did the morning after a summer that changed everything.

The sight of her caused me to trip, and I had broken an arm, but I didn’t acknowledge it. I was focused on making an impression on the lady, so I held my aching hand while feigning a smile. She ran out of a meeting held by her father and mine and wanted to spend some time alone. That day was the first time we had the longest conversation, and it was also the day I fell deeper in love with her. She called me summer because it was her favorite season of the year. I didn’t have a favorite season before that day; it was a nickname she teased me with, but it was all a ploy to get to me. However, not anymore. Summer died the day she betrayed me, leading to the birth of winter.

This nerdy-looking fucker was a two-timing piece of shit too? Claude hung up and began walking in my direction. I stood my ground and waited. Summer was the only friend who had been sincere with me from the get-go. The last thing I would allow was to let my best friend go through what I had gone through.

I could feel unending tears in my eyes, but I couldn't cry anymore because I was tired and drained. My hand climbed up to my chest and grabbed hold of the necklace around my neck. It was a gift from Summer for my eighteenth birthday, the night we discovered we were not only best friends but mates. Back then, I thought nothing would ever separate us because I believed him when he told me fate had declared my position in his life. How easy it was for him to forget all that. I smiled painfully, squeezing the necklace in my hand. I let him do this to me. I pulled the necklace from my neck and shoved it in the lake with a heavy heart. Summer has made a choice.

Forever. Then, because I’m me, because I can’t help it, I grinned at the invisible air and said, “And I hope you reading this, your next summer turns out to be like mine. Maybe even better. But don’t fall in love with your best friend dad if you are under 18. lol. You can maybe fall for her brother though… just kidding. Or am I? ” wink. Curtain closed.

Summer fell silent for a few seconds before answering jokingly, "I'm afraid not! I saved your grandfather's life! Have you heard of the saying 'a life for a life'? You should give yourself to me instead!" I froze, not knowing what to say. I was aware of Summer's feelings for me. We had been friends for more than ten years, since high school. If Wendy hadn't barged into my life, Summer would have been the best candidate for my marriage alliance.

My best friend let out a sigh. She seemed to think about something before she said, "I just can't let it go. It was the best summer of my life and something in me says that Claudio is looking for me too”. I bowed my head sadly. "Didn't you say yourself that he was pretty distant with you?" I wanted to know from her.

“I'm doing this for my business and my grandma so you know I can't choose just anyone. The person has to know me and be smart.” “So the best thing you could think about was to ask me, your best friend?” I was flabbergasted. “Gay best friend,” he clarified. I flinched, like I had been hit. “You're an asshole,” I hissed and turned to walk away when Ethan grabbed my wrist. “Wait, I didn't mean it that way!” He hugged me from behind. I tried to push him away but he wouldn't let go. I hate when he did this because it made my heart flutter uncontrollably.