Ariana Leave Me Lonely Novels & Stories

Tears streamed down Jennifer's face. "I shouldn't have come. I know that. I just wanted to wish you happiness," she said between sobs, her voice full of sorrow and reluctant acceptance. Christopher grew more anxious. "You know exactly…" Clearly aware of my presence, he swallowed the rest of his words. I'd had enough of their sick little performance. I grabbed my packed things and turned to leave. He caught my wrist and spoke in a rushed tone. "Let's register the marriage tomorrow." "I'm not going," I said, yanking my hand out of his grip.

The kind of cry that comes from the soul, not the throat. Peter held her like glass. His voice was hoarse, but he stayed strong. “Hey. You don’t have to cry like that. I’ll be coming to see you as often as I can. Every break I get, I’m there. You’ve got your laptop—I installed Skype myself. We’ll call every day if you want. You’re not alone, Ann. I got you, baby girl.” She shook harder. “But I’ll miss you, Pee. I don’t know anyone there. What if it’s lonely? What if I can’t—”

"Zoey, don’t I provide for you? Why would you do something like this and embarrass me?" A wave of bitterness settled in my heart, and my eyes filled with tears. There was not a trace of sympathy from him. He shot me a harsh look and slammed the door as he left. That night, he didn’t come home. I was five months pregnant and alone, as I wept until dawn. From that day on, I never cooked for others again. I choked back a sob and reached out to pull Sapphire into my arms. The windbell above the door suddenly jingled.

I hung up after that. Nadia came by the office with coffee. "Your mother called me," she said. "She's worried about you." "I'm fine," I said. "You're lonely," Nadia said. "You built this incredible life and you're living it completely alone." "I have you," I said. "I have Xena. I have my mother." "You know what I mean," Nadia said. "You have people who care about you professionally. But you don't have someone who loves you. Not really."

If you continue to behave this way, we might as well completely cancel our wedding…" I felt so wronged that my tears wouldn't stop falling. I hadn't driven her away, nor had I known about her illness—that was the truth. Yet, they refused to listen to my explanation. I stared at the two men who had once loved me the most, and it was like I was looking at complete strangers. If this were before, I might've felt sad and tried to defend myself. But now, I was only left with utter hopelessness. I figured I might as well leave since they no longer liked me. I turned around, ignored them, and went to pack my things.

Raymond turned and walked away without waiting for a response, already slipping back into command mode, damage control replacing outrage. “Ariana,” I called, the word leaving my mouth before pride could stop it. She didn’t respond, instead she walked out right after Raymond.. Not even a pause. Her steps, steady, composed, like someone who had already mourned what she was leaving behind and was done bleeding over it. All I could see was her back. The distance between us felt wider than the field, wider than territories and borders. **** Walking out of the lounge felt like stepping straight into a firing line.

“Aria… please… I just… Dad won’t see me. He won’t answer my calls, he won’t even open the door. I went there yesterday and he… he told the doorman not to let me up. I have no one. Every bridge I ever had is gone. I’m completely alone.” The words tumbled out in jagged pieces, each one sharper than the last. Aria’s grip tightened around the phone until her knuckles turned white. She set the knife down slowly, the clink of metal against the counter sounding too loud in the quiet kitchen. Her chest tightened, the old weight she thought she had left behind beginning to crawl back up her throat. Cassandra kept going, voice dropping quieter now, more deliberate, as if she had practiced the next par

Alicia would return in an urn. … Julian drove to the airport. Alicia kept talking to him, but he barely responded. The despondency in his face told her that his heart and soul were still with Willow. Still, it was enough that she had him with her, albeit only physically. He turned on the radio, which happened to play a sad song called "Is This How We Lose Each Other". The lyrics went like this: "We just brushed past each other. He said nothing when he left. But do the silent ones not cry?

Waking up with Lara in my arms was an amazing feeling. She’s curled close to my right side with her right knee resting on my lower abdomen. Not wanting to disturb her, I take myself back to last night. Last night was very unexpected. I didn’t expect to meet her two sons and their friends. I’m not against meeting new people, nor do I get uncomfortable like Lara. Even though I haven’t been with Lara long, I was hoping she and I would progress in the direction of meeting family. I wonder what part Sean has in her life because it looked like there is something more to their friendship. Whatever it may be, I will be in Lara’s life for as long as she allows me to be in it. A thought is te

I said. "Yes, we don't need to," Ariana said but I couldn't see any expression on her face. She remained lost. She even didn't mind when Adam addressed her as rude and I noticed her eyes gleaming with tears from time to time. "I can't understand you guys. Well, I should leave and my flight is after two days. I have to do the packing and paperwork," he said, leaving from there. "What?" I mumbled seeing Ariana lost in her trances.