Una Carta Para Una Amiga の小説・ストーリー

This might just be a torn out card laying aimlessly on the ground that I found. Killian is not so stupid to send a letter to me when he knows I'm the best friend of his fiancée who he has some sort of disagreement with. .... Unless he actually is.

"Lorenzo, you shouldn't always be lonely for all the days of your life, you know" Our gazes locked and she smiled. "I'm not asking to become your lover, Lorenzo. I just want us to be friends. I don't want to pressure you into it. But, if you change your mind, you can call me" She said, taking out a pen and a piece of paper from her handbag. She scribbled her phone number on it and placed it beside my cup of coffee. She rose to her feet, a smile still tugging at her lips.

Your faithfully, The Friend

I picked up the card with shaking hands and read the message written in elegant script. "You can never replace her. A Secret Admirer"

Jennifer wrote… “Pardon me for leaving without getting to say thank you to you in person. I wouldn't want to be a burden. Thank you for paying my bills. Grant me the honor of paying you back when I have the money. Attached to this note is my business card. Please, you can reach me through that.” At the bottom, she wrote, “From me to my mystery friend.”

" I want to go shopping so I want to ask you if you could spare me some time with your mate. You know when I met her earlier, we bonded and are now friends. So?..." She asked with an anticipating eyes. "I am very happy that the two of you are friends and you have my permission." He said and pulsed a little and opened his drawer and brought out a black card and said, "Take this and buy for her whatever she likes." He stretched out his hand and handed the card over to her. "Okay, I will make sure to buy whatever we love. Bye then Alpha." She said with a smile before bowing to show her respect then she left.

"Silly you, you forgot your card in the class..." Hardie was shocked cause, firstly the card was not his and secondly how did she got to know about this? The card was returned and Amelia leaned to his ear. "Don't bother returning the help, I did this because you are the first friend I make here and friends do help each other. Right?" She whispered into his ear. "Huh...?!" Hardie was speechless and his feet seems to get glued to the floor. First friend, seriously? She smiled and place her own order and paid in cash before strutting out of the cafe...

I said to him, "It was from an unknown person, but got so angry and shredded the paper to pieces." His face scrunched up a bit, "Yes. I did tear it. But I can narrate what was written on it." "It says: I am your invisible friend who just returned from my trip and I will be visiting you soon to claim what's rightfully mine. You better be prepared for it. It's not gonna be easy." This was what was written on the sheet. How do you see it?".

' Her mind was blown by too much mystery. "Ven conmigo. Te mostraré el álbum de tu historia de amor con Estefan. Apuesto a que quieres volver a leer sus cartas de amor para ti. (Come with me. I will show you the album of your love story with Estefan. I bet you want to re-read his love letters for you.)" "¿Está escribiendo cartas para mí? (He's writing letters for me?)" "Espero que algún día el dios permita que tus recuerdos vuelvan. (I hope one day the god permits your memories to be back.)"

Her fingers glide over the paper, sketching the sweeping beaches of Tenerife. The trip with her friends has left her brimming with ideas—warm sunsets, vibrant florals, and even the carefree laughter they shared. Her phone buzzes on the table beside her. She glances at the screen and sees Alessio’s name. “Ciao, Amanda! How’s my favorite artist?” Amanda smiles as she picks up her phone and types a reply to Alessio. “Busy sketching, of course! How’s Italy treating you today?” Their conversations have become a comforting part of her routine, light and easy, yet full of warmth.