When U Need A Friend Novels & Stories

“I have no need of friends.” “You know—” I began and stopped, trying to gather my thoughts. “Everyone need at least one friend to share their burden, happiness, joy and sad moments with. It makes it all much easier to go through these processes. I know you will want to say you are good on your own, but nobody is really okay with being alone. Deep down we all want somebody to care about us, to be willing to bear our pains and joys with us.” I stopped, having run out of breath. Iditan continued looking on into space without any reaction.

"with friends like you, who needs enemies." I left with my groceries and went to the apartment. I need my parents and they don't want me. I cried myself to sleep.

“ Sorry, I shouldn't have asked you about that. Had I known you had been married, I would have been more conscientious when asking. “ The point is — shakes his hand. My surprise is obvious at his age and his late wife. "You need friends." No one can go around without having someone to count on, someone other than your mother or your grandmother. I know you don't have, and you don't need to make up an imaginary friend. “ I wasn't going to do it, I have no need for that. In my profession and environment I have learned that you should not trust people who do not hurt them.

I have that same void in my heart, so I know exactly how she is feeling. “I know exactly how you feel, Victoria, I feel the same way too. It hurts when nobody believes that a billionaire like myself could be sad and lonely. Nobody understands the pain in my heart, I need someone I can talk to, someone who would listen to my problems without judging me. I searched for a friend I could trust, and then I found you. There is something about you that just pulls me in, there is something about you that makes me believe that you and I can be great friends. We are both like two missing pieces of a puzzle, we can fill the void in each other's hearts. We can be there for each other, protect and care f

I needed my best friends right now, more than ever. ✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞

He asked. "Well, technically when you are someone's friend, you don't leave them alone." June deadpanned. "Then I don't-" "A friend will be there for you during your cloudy days with a huge fan to blow away those dark clouds." June cut in and gave Ian another one of his annoyingly bright smile. Ian blinked. Ian make zero effort in a conversation and he really don't see why a person need to be with another human being when a they can be completely fine without one.

Friend. I hadn't heard that word in a long time. In ten years in Chicago, I had no friends. Only enemies and assets. Now, someone was offering to help me unconditionally, calling me a friend. My eyes started to burn. "Why are you helping me?" I asked. "No special reason," Tristan shrugged. "You just look like you need help." He paused, looking at me seriously. "And… I don't know. Your eyes look sad," he said. "I don't know what you've been through, but I'd like to help."

"The first thing you should do..." "...isn't learn how to ask for help." Several children frowned. He continued. "The first thing you need..." "...is real friends." The room remained perfectly quiet. "Friends who value you." "Friends who understand you." "Friends who won't disappear the moment life becomes difficult." He looked around the room. "Because sometimes..." "...you won't know how to ask." "You'll be embarrassed." "You'll think you're bothering people." "You'll convince yourself you're supposed to figure everything out alone."

It’s almost as though the thought surprises him as much as it does me. A lump forms in my throat, and I fight to speak around it. "I don't know how to make it up to you." "You don't have to," he says gently. "I just need one thing." "Anything," I reply without hesitation, the word escaping before I can think. Even I’m startled by how quick I am to say it. "Friends?" His request hangs in the air between us, simple yet so loaded. My breath hitches again. Friends with someone who had seen me in my most vulnerable state… countless times? We’ve even had….

“You cry. You scream. You drink if you have to. But then… you stand back up. And you find yourself again.” She stood up and walked to the door, cracked it open. “You don’t have to stay. But if you do—no more pretending. Cry if you need to. Sleep if you need to. But don’t lie to yourself anymore.” I looked up at her. “I don’t even know who I am without him.” “You want a friend?” she asked. “Because I could use one.” I blinked at her, eyes still damp. “You want me to be your friend?”