A Perfect Day To Be Alone Novels & Stories

Just four days ago, life had been perfectly normal. --- Four Days Earlier – June 6, 2030 “Ah… solitude.” Luke sighed contentedly as he leaned back into the chair, savoring the quiet. He welcomed it—no, he loved it. Most people might shy away from isolation, but not Luke. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he relished the blissful stillness. There was nothing quite like the feeling of being alone—brooding, reading, listening to music, or drifting off into daydreams. It was just you, your tiny personal world, and infinite possibilities.

I still fill like I'm alone in this whole world like everyone's so happy except me. The time was morning, I've decided to stay at my house, it was better than meeting any other useless people, It was a quiet day, I do not hear any voices, only the voice of birds and the breeze, it seems like I'm the only one who left here, how I love that feeling, living alone without sadness, I remembered that day when I saw him walking alone, I thought it might be better to walk with him, it's our first meeting, in sam smith park, yeah I should get back to my dreams, its a good time to get back to bed... - hello? Who's here?

Then cracked a smile because Jared had obviously told him I was okay. “Tim, I’m fine. Really. I just have to get my pressures under control, which shouldn’t be too hard.” “You have to take it easy Becca. You aren’t superwoman, although we all know you try so hard.” I sighed. As much as I wanted to be strong and independent, everyone was on the same page… except me. Maybe I was overdoing it? I shut my eyes. Maybe a little more sleep would help level my pressure out. I’ll let the IV do it’s magic and I can at least go check on Sarah.

Even through a video call, my heart can pound and my temperature can rise. "Thanks. Love you, Arlo." He blows a kiss at me and I want to remember to always feel the way I do when he smiles at me. I feel like I am worth something and maybe I don't need to be in a porn gig this summer after all. Maybe just maybe, I need to hang out with Arlo every day and let go of my need for perfection.

The place was decorated exquisitely and romantically, with soft lighting and gentle music drifting through the air. Celina sat next to Leo, holding a violin in her hands, while Leo sat at the piano, his fingers gliding across the keys. Their music intertwined seamlessly, as if they were meant to be. Their gazes met from time to time, filled with an unspoken understanding and tenderness, as if the rest of the world didn't exist and only the two of them remained. Applause rose around them, and people murmured in admiration. "They're both so talented. What a perfect pair!"

From overwhelming relief. "I am alone," Alone whispered. "I am singular. I am individual. I am myself. Only myself. No others inside. No incompatible consciousnesses sharing my being. No constant warfare. Just me. Just alone. Just singular. I am myself. Finally. After twenty-three years. I am myself again. I am alone. And alone is beautiful. And alone is precious. And alone is exactly what I need. I am alone. Finally. Completely. Blessedly. I am alone." The second consciousness stood separate. Named themselves Peace.

“ I was lost, broken and depressed, in need of a savior. yet even in that you didn't despise me. You know the first day you told me that you were in love with me? ” “ Um. ” I nodded slowly, my eyes welling up with tears. “ That was the best day of my life, though also the most depressing day. ” “ Why? ” “ On one hand, I was feeling ecstatic that at last, someone was truly in love with me, but on the other hand. I was depressed thinking of how hurt you'll be when you realize, I can't be the perfect guy for you. “ But there's no such thing as a perfect guy. ” I pointed out.

But not today. I chose to sit by the window, hugging my knees, letting the breeze touch my tear-stained face. There were birds chirping in the distance, from who knows where. The silence I once feared had now turned into peace. Maybe being alone wasn’t always a bad thing. Maybe this was the universe’s way of asking me to come home—not to a place or a person, but to myself.

Her face had been so pale, but it was only later that he found out that she had gone to the hospital alone that day. She had gone to the hospital alone, terminated their child alone, and gone back to the apartment alone. Then, at two in the morning, she received a call from Tonya with his phone and took the subway for half an hour by herself to pick him up. On the call, Tonya had been calling his name. He had been too drunk to know anything, but I knew because I heard everything. Mark stood at the airport entrance as the rain drifted in, cold against his face, making him shiver. He took out his phone and dialed the number he knew by heart, but it was still powered off.

I am nothing but pain and suffering and she is peace and comfort. “Good thing you wised up,” I tell her. “Monsters don’t get to be loved.” She looks back out at the sunset, saying nothing as she plays with a small twig in her hands. I want to move closer, to sit where my leg will rest against hers or my hand may gently brush her skin. I used to think living alone was the hardest thing I could ever do. Now I know it’s choosing to be alone when someone wants you, and you want them too.