Novel & Cerita All We Need Is Someone To Lean On

“You’re not alone in this, Lily. You’ve got me. You’ve got Rose. Your parents. The pack. We’re all behind you. And we would accept you flaws and all..” I glanced at him, searching his face for any sign of doubt, but there was none. Just that steady, unshakable loyalty. The kind that could make you believe in yourself when you had nothing left. “I know it’s hard,” he continued. “But you don’t have to carry it all by yourself. You’re allowed to lean on people.” I swallowed, looking back at the grave. “That’s not what it feels like. Everyone’s watching. Waiting. It’s like if I slip up, even once, everything will fall apart.”

You okay? I exhale. He knows. I’m not falling apart, I reply honestly. Just… noticing things. That counts, he writes back. I hesitate, then type what I’ve been holding back since landing. I’m scared that once the adrenaline wears off, I’ll realize how much I leaned on you. The dots appear immediately. Leaning isn’t a failure, he responds. It’s only a problem if it keeps you from standing on your own. And what if I’m still learning how to do that?

“/You have us./” Shelley doesn’t reply, but, through the Pack link, I feel our support for her. The link is supposed to be just words, not feelings, and yet I feel the emptional weight of her, leaning into us. We have each other. We need to learn that. We need to learn it before we need to rely on it.

“You don't have to face everything alone. If you are sick, we will help take care of you.” Tears welled up in my eyes as her words washed over me. I had always prided myself on being strong and independent, but the weight of my burden had become too much to bear alone. “I don't know where I went wrong Penelope,” I admitted tears streaming down my face. “It's just too much, the pain am feeling” Penelope wrapped her arms around me, embracing me tightly. “Hey, remember you got us, if you ever need help or someone to talk to, we are always here”

that undid something in her. "I didn't want to need it," she admitted. "Didn't want to feel like I couldn't function without....." "Without us," Damian finished. "Yes." He studied her for a long moment. "Eve. Needing us is not weakness. It is not dependence. It is not something to be managed or minimized or pushed aside until you have nothing left." His thumb traced her lower lip. "It is what you are. What we are to each other. And denying it doesn't make you stronger....it makes you less than what you could be."

Corinne smiled. "I'll admit that I don't have that sort of backing, but I can still rely on myself. I don't depend on anyone, and I don't expect to be protected by anyone for the rest of my life. The only way to avoid being put in a disadvantageous situation is to be able to fulfill your own needs without needing anyone's help.

It doesn’t bear thinking about. “You know, I used to think I was better alone. Stronger. I see that I was wrong and it’s not about doing things alone. It’s about relying on others, being strong together. Heroes in stories they never do it alone, they always have friends… family…. Sisters, a sidekick. I think WE can get through this, together! If I’m going to shine, it won’t be because I’m doing it all by myself.” There’s some comfort in knowing this time, no matter what, I’m not alone.

Relief floods through me as I quickly answer the call. "We need to talk," she says, her voice firm and urgent. I exhale shakily, wiping away the remnants of my tears. "Yeah. We do." Because right now, the only people I can trust—the only people I can truly lean on—are my best friends. And I need them now more than ever.

“You really think you can just treat people like this and walk away clean?” “Yes.” “You’re going to end up alone, you know that?” he said quietly. “Cold. Miserable. And no one’s going to stay because you don’t let them.” “Good.” His eyes widened slightly. “Good?” “I don’t need anyone.” “That’s bullshit.” he insisted. “Everyone needs someone, Leo. Even you.” “I don’t.” “You do, you’re just too scared to admit it.” That hit. I stepped forward. “Don’t psychoanalyze me.”

"That we all need someone, that we can’t survive alone. But that’s just something people tell themselves so they don’t have to face the truth." Theodore’s gaze sharpened, the line of his jaw hardening as he studied her. "And what’s the truth?" "The truth," she said, meeting his eyes, her tone steady but laced with something raw, "is that some of us don’t have a choice. Some of us don’t get to lean on anyone. Some of us are islands."