Book On Being Alone Novels & Stories

“No visitors today either?” “No,” I said quietly, looking away. “And that’s how I want it.” She nodded like she understood more than she let on and left the room without pressing. I turned onto my side, ignoring the protest from my ribs, and stared at the wall. No parents. No Elias. No Clara coming to gloat. No friends who probably didn’t even know I was here because I’d never told them how bad things had gotten. Just me, the machines, and the quiet realization that I had finally become exactly what I’d always feared: completely alone.

But for what kind of entity it would become when it finally could no longer separate possibility from identity. And in that silence— Nothing was alone anymore.

We were both a sore sight, sitting on the bathroom floor crying our eyes out with a tub full of bloody water, about three feet away from us. "We would have handled it, Adam. It's not just you. You're not alone in this. I'm here, Faxon is here and Salem is here. We're a team and we look out for each other. We're going to do this together, remember that. It's not you against the world Adam, It's us." I raised my shaky hand and wiped the tears on his face. His pale lips trembled and he hugged me, sobbing. "I'm so sorry Abby, I wasn't thinking. Even Faxon tried to stop me, but I was too consumed in my pain that I didn't listen to him and realized how selfish and self-centered I was being. I'm so

"I will, just not right now. I haven't known Derek very long at all, so it feels stupid to ask him, 'Hey, do you like me, or were you just doing your Alpha thing last night?'" Noelle giggled and agreed that it did sound a little grade school when I put it in that context. We wandered out to the great room and curled up in front of the TV. Noelle put on a cooking show and we chatted about various wolves in the pack. Well, Noelle chatted. I listened. Honestly, I liked Noelle, but the only time I'd been alone lately was when I was sleeping or in the bathroom. And neither Derek nor Noelle seemed to consider that a private area. Both of them had just walked right in whenever they wanted. For some

The Bond's brothers are hella busy and I am just here alone… literally alone. Well, Vilda's here but, I sigh. I adjust my swimsuit and flash Vilda a smile when she makes eye contact with me.. "At least have a damn conversation with me." I add, dramatically. "Sorry, reading" Vilda immediately picks a book up. "You're holding it upside down." I scoff and she ignores me anyway. Is this how it feels… to be alone. I never used to have any problem being alone. Living with Hannah and Ginny. Maybe that's because I went out a lot, and hung out with a lot of people to even know what the word 'alone' feels like.

I only had a year to find my answers, no distractions was a good way to start. "Venus, honey, are you ready?" My mom called me from the kitchen, as I opened my bedroom door. "Yes, mom be right there." I called back. Walking towards the kitchen, I was singing Famous Last Words out loud. "I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone, honey if you stay I'll be forgiven, Nothing you can say can stop me going home. Can you see my eyes are shining bright? Cause I'm out here on the other side of a jet black hotel mirror and I'm so weak..."

It's true, in the world I live in, there are only a few people you can tell that are true to you, you're lucky if you have, but if you don't then you also need to be able to adapt because if you don't, you will definitely be left behind. I need to, I have to pretend that I want to go around with them. Because I am afraid to be alone, I am afraid to be left alone. I feel like I’m drowning in my own emotions when I’m all alone. And this is what it caused me when I got used to the attention that people around me were giving.

She says she reads things differently when she's not reading through my reading. Daniel had understood this immediately. He thought about the times he had stood at the library site alone — the open foundation and the bones room glass and the reading room before the practical completion inspection. The attending without the presence of another person's attending alongside it. Not because the shared attending was insufficient — because the solo attending was a different kind of reading, the interior unmediated, the response belonging entirely to the self before it became the subject of exchange. He thought about the mathematician who had been teaching mathematics for thirty years and understoo

I've been gone from California for nearly 48 hours and now I'm just here, all alone. Does anyone know what its like to feel completely alone? Even around people you have known for years but know that they don’t give a damn about what’s going on inside. That even when you feel you’re at your best you can’t seem to do anything right. Everything you do just doesn’t work out. You try your hardest and still fail. And no one is there to pick back up the broken pieces. Loneliness is a horrible thing. It’s a cold feeling. No one should ever have to feel lonely. It consumes you slowly shaking you.

No one. I had acquaintances, people I worked with, people I saw everyday. But friends? Real, genuine friends? The kind who knew your secrets and your fears and still cared? I had none, I didn't have a single friend in the world. The truth hit me with the force of a wave crashing against the rocks: I was alone. Utterly, completely alone. The café, once a safe hideout, now felt like a spotlight, emphasizing the emptiness inside me. I sipped my tea, the warmth doing little to dispel the chill that had settled in my heart. The waves continued their relentless rhythm, a constant reminder of the vast, indifferent world, and my place within it.