A Perfect Day To Be Alone Novels & Stories

I keep walking until I've left the property. The sky is overcast, and I have to admit I'm not really a fan of days like this. Everything reminds me of her—that lifeless stare that lingered as the seconds passed. The one that tried to bring peace, but it was clear she was afraid... that she still wanted to stay. I lost her four years ago. I lost the only woman who was perfectly imperfect, with such pure feelings... Since that day, I didn't know I'd be this alone in life. The clouds finally release the raindrops they'd been holding, soaking me, blending with each of my tears. The wind joins in, making my exposed skin shiver from the cold. The best companion for loneliness, without a doubt, is

“I hope it’s an accurate news.” “Yes ma'am, the police had confirmed it accurate, and since her mother, a witness had spoken and necessary steps has been carried out it’s accurate.” “Alright, work on it and get it published.” “Yes ma'am.” “And please be careful, it isn’t safe out there.” “Thanks. Goodbye.” She hung up and stood to face the person staring at her, the one in the mirror, a beautiful image of a severely rejected young woman, who has no one to call a partner, a life partner.

because I was full of my own . I knew I wasn't perfect . I knew I would never be enough for someone but hey , you can be as long as you pretend to be the perfect one . And all its gonna cost you will be an eternity in hell , with a forgotten existence and an empty black soul . ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ " Crash her laptop " after a very long pause Conan spoke up again he voice was no where laid back as before , Anna's threat about sending his and her's pictures to Selina had done his magic , the guy was no longer relaxed as before.

No one is coming to save me. I'm alone. I've always been alone. And I always will be. The thought should make me cry more, but I'm all out of tears. So I just lie there in the dark, hurting and empty, and wait for morning to come. Because morning always comes. And with it, another day in hell.

“They are perfect. This is perfect, my love.” THE END

This is enough. We stood there. In forest. Alone. Together. Just being. Just loving. Just existing in moment that was perfect. Not because nothing was wrong. But because right now. Right here. In this breath. In this heartbeat. Everything was right. Everything was enough. Everything was real. "We should get back," Thorne said eventually. Reluctantly. "People are probably looking for us. Probably worried. Probably" "Probably thinking we're doing exactly this," I finished. Smiling. Real smile. Happy smile. "Just being. Just us. Just loving each other away from chaos."

While I’m in a daze, someone suddenly sat by my side and it shocked me, “The moon is so beautiful together with the stars.” Shane whispered softly while gazing above the sky. She looks at me and smiles beautifully, “Why are you here by yourself?” “I can’t sleep, that's why I’m here. What about you?” “I can’t sleep too. I went to your room but you are not there so I’m looking for you.” “You are looking for me, why?” “I want to know you more Roxy, honestly I am attracted to you.” Shane is so straightforward that it makes me blush, “You are so blunt.”

I close my eyes. Let the sun fade my field of vision to a warm, red glow. Feel the heat on my skin. It's a perfect day. Not too warm, not too cold. The birds are singing a song of spring. A gentle breeze wafts campfire smoke, pollen kisses, and promises of tomorrow my way while the swaying of the trees lulls me into a sense of calm. If I focus on it, it almost drowns out the crowd's cheers and taunts, excited for my hanging. It's a perfect day to die.

My Caspian. And for the first time in forever, I allowed myself believe that perfect wasn’t just a word other people got to use. Perfect was this. Perfect was us.

I had known from a young age that I wasn't the Blackwood family's biological daughter. So I knew that I wasn't worthy of being compared with Claire Blackwood in any way. I had only gotten her doll dirty while cleaning the room, yet Mom punished me by locking me out in the rain all night. When Claire blinded one of my eyes with a laser pointer, however, Mom protected her instead. “Your sister didn't mean to do it. She was just playing around.” After I lost sight in my right eye, Claire showed me a triumphant smile. “Who told you to enter our lives in the first place? You deserve it.” They all said I was an outsider. So for eighteen years, no matter how hard I tried or how desperately