Beautiful Words That Mean Alone Novels & Stories

I stood there alone, hands empty, the echo of her single word still lodged in my ears. Finished.

Broken. Bloody. But no longer alone.

Not surprise. Relief. Like maybe she needed someone else to say it out loud too. Iris squeezed her hands gently. “But listen to me carefully.” Her voice steadied. “You are not carrying it alone.” Haven’s eyes dropped. “The choice is.” Iris nodded once. “Yes.” Rain whispered against the roof above them. “Alone doesn’t mean without us,” Iris continued softly. “It means the choice is yours. But we will be there for everything that surrounds it.” Haven stayed silent.

How can someone be so heartless? "I am always alone." My voice carries no emotion, just like all the emotions have died inside me. I feel hollow as if all the pain and sorrow have drained out of me, leaving me empty. I was... I am... And I will always be alone. Maybe this is what Moon Goddess has written in my fate... to be alone and unwanted. A strange look appears on his face, but it goes away in a blink of an eye. "My wolf was restless. He wants to hold you." He closes the distance between us and wraps his arms around me.

Beam enjoys the quietness and solitude that even the bubbly girl kept her silence. "You know, if ever I felt alone and lonely even in a noisy crowd, I just walk this path up to where my feet will lead me, then I will just feel okay. Sometimes in life, you don't need to be with a lot of people just to be happy and sometimes being alone would not make you feel lonely. Instead, being alone is the best time to reflect on your life. Your reflections could make you realize what makes you happy and what things really matter to you" the girl softly and casually uttered as they walked leisurely following the path that had already been covered by dried leaves. "Is that your memorized line every time y

I feel so alone. --------------------

They cut into the raw, unsteady solitude, cut into the truth of the night, of my night, of me. “Be careful tonight.” It is simple and more than I am ready for, more than I think, more than I let myself think. I am more alone than I want to be. I am. The words hang in the air. They hang. They hang and are bright and sharp and unbearably loud, unbearably real, unbearably alone. I fill the space. I fill it like I fill the breath, like I fill the room, like I fill the night, like I fill the fragile parts of my plans, like I fill the long hours, like I fill, like I fill.

Marc was completely… alone.

Mateo hovered her – looking down into her eyes while he placed his hand above her shoulder. Faith curled her lips between her teeth as she stared back into Mateo’s eyes while her phone still pressed against her ear, “I am alone,” She whispered. “I am alone, and I am lonely. I have people around me that are looking after me, but still – I feel so lonely. I lost everyone and everything, yet it feels like I am losing more.” A tear fell from her eye. She might have been speaking to Elijah but her words were directed towards Mateo, who was intently listening to her.

I can’t breathe. It’s too much. This pain… this doesn’t feel right. Logan and Brie… they’re not here, wherever we are. I’m alone. I’m alone–and I’m trapped. The stars fade into darkness again. The quiet kind.