Romans & histoires All We Need Is Someone To Lean On

The more you cry, the more you become weak and The more you want to rely on someone. At times like these, what If you have no one to truly rely on, the one who could truly understand you, without judging you ?! What do you do, if you don't have a person like that in your life?!

He was quiet for a moment, his thumb skating over my pulse point, like he was waiting for me to really listen. "By letting yourself lean on the people who love you." The air shifted. Something heavy settled between us, pressing into my chest, twisting in a way I wasn’t ready for. I didn’t know how to do that. Didn’t know how to lean on someone without the fear that they’d walk away, that they’d get tired, that one day I’d reach for them and they wouldn’t be there anymore. Because people left. That was the one thing I had always known. But Travis?

"I know you can handle yourself." His voice had lowered. "I know you don't need anyone standing beside you." I looked away first. "Then what exactly are we discussing?" Daniel exhaled slowly, as though he was choosing each word before allowing it into the room. "We're discussing the fact that some people spend so much time carrying everything alone that they forget they're allowed to lean on someone." The air seemed to catch somewhere in my lungs, and I lowered my gaze to the desk. A familiar ache stirred beneath my ribs. The kind that arrived whenever someone offered kindness, I wasn't prepared to accept.

“You’re strong, but even strong people need help sometimes.” I looked down at my food, his words echoing in my head. Do I really need help or am I too scared to allow someone in my life?

Tears flooded my eyes again, but this time they were not all of sadness. They were tears of relief. Because someone else had witnessed what I had witnessed. Lucas moved forward and gently reached out to encircle my own hand with his. "You're not alone in this," he breathed. "Not anymore. You still have me." The words struck something deep within me. I had no concept of how much I needed to hear them until they were finally spoken. He stroked his thumb over my knuckles, his touch soft, considerate. "I know you're hard," he went on. "But even hard people have people they need to lean on. You don't always have to get through this on your own."

“Everyone knows you are capable, especially Prince Nicholas. But wanting and needing are different,” Susie said. “You are allowed to want things, Piper, even if you don’t need them. You are allowed to want to be taken care of once in a while. No one should have to stand alone all the time.” “I do,” I said, though listening to her words, I wondered what it would be like to let myself depend on others, even just a little bit. I had friends here and at home. Anna, Susie, Nicholas, Julian, and Mark. They were each dependable, in their own ways. If I needed them, they would likely answer my call.

I, then, faced the screen back to me as soon I responded to your rant. "You are not going to depend for that long. Besides, it's not a shame, alright? It's all about chasing a better future. Sometimes, you need to depend on others too. You don't need to do everything alone. You can't always survive alone." I rolled my eyes once more especially after I said the last sentence.

It affects people differently, each person deals with grief and heartache on his ways. Some get depressed, stuck on an endless nightmare fighting their demons alone. Others hide the chaos inside their hearts, trying to live with the sorrow as long as they breathe, but no one can handle such pain alone, because eventually, everyone breaks. Plainly because we’re human; supernatural creatures or not, we all bleed the same blood. We need company, affection, love, the warmth of your loved ones. We were created that way, never able of living alone, so why defy nature and go against our instincts?

“She was there for me when I needed someone—since I was four, she’s been that one constant thing that I knew I could rely on. But really, I never relied on her; I wouldn’t let myself rely on anyone. She gave me the comfort of knowing that if I did want to rely on someone, she was there. But she would never demand it from me, so there was no pressure. “With you…it’s something I have to give you at some point, but I don’t know how to emotionally rely on another person, how to trust them. I know I can rely on you, and I do in some ways. But holding back a little…it’s like my safety cushion. It means that if things mess up, I’ve kept a part of me safe, so it won’t utterly destroy me. I don’t kno

"You don't have to face it alone, Lucien. I’m here for you, to support you." I scoff lightly, a defensive reflex born out of years of self-reliance. "I-I don't need anyone's support. I've always managed on my own." I stammered a little bit. Her gaze lingers on me, unwavering in its determination. "But sometimes, it's okay to lean on others, to let someone in. You don't have to bear the weight of the world on your shoulders." A flicker of something unfamiliar stirs within me. It's a delicate balance between resistance and curiosity, a battle between the walls I've built and the yearning for connection. Natasha's words resonate in the quiet room, tugging at the edges of my guarded heart.