Novel & Cerita Actually I Was There Alone

Tears come to my eyes as I realize there's no one to give me away at the alter. "I'd like to be alone" I say the first time but no one hears me and I clench my hands into fists. "I said I'd like to be alone now " I repeat with my voice higher than before. The women are startled and they look at one another before walking out, strangely in a single file. I look at myself in the mirror beautiful and ready for one of the most important days of my life and then suddenly I don't see myself anymore.

But I wasn’t bracing the same way anymore. I wasn’t alone. And for now, that was enough.

“Looks real good on you.” I took a step back. He stepped forward. No one else was around. The alley was silent. The city asleep. The rain — still falling. And I was alone. Alone with him. Alone with everything I had been trying to run from.

And now, I was all alone. Everything went dark.

I did want to offer her the same thing, but the thing is, we never got to the point to where it actually happened. “I wished that I had my mom here with me to see her,” she said, not looking at me. “I know that it might not be the thing that you would want to hear right now, but I just needed to let it out of my chest. Because at this point, I really do feel alone…”

“I will go alone.” I told him and got up. I felt dizzy and blinked to clear my head. “I will go alone. If you go with me, it will only make things worse for me.” I told him and walked away. I hurriedly took a bath and changed into a pair of baggy jeans and a big shirt that covered me up. I didn’t want my appearance to be part of the discussion. When I came back downstairs, Cross was still standing where I had left him. “Are you sure that you want to go alone? I can talk to your mom,”

I was on my own. The End

The same man who made promises that had rooted themselves into my bones, who made me believe—truly believe—that I would not be standing here alone. And yet… Here I was. Alone. A cold gust of wind curled around me, slipping beneath the thin silk of my ceremonial robes, white and untouched, unworn by the mark of a mate. Around me, the others stood with their chosen ones, bonds solidifying under the full moon’s glow. Their wolves rumbled in satisfaction, their auras humming with strength. Even the air itself seemed to bow to them. I was the only one. The realization was a physical thing—a sharp, twisting agony that coiled deep in my chest and threatened to consume me whole. My stomach hollowed,

No one looked back at me. And just like that, I was alone.