Book On Being Alone Novels & Stories

GREGOR "You are careful, you are cautious, you do not let people close. But this strange girl shows up and everything blows up. You break up with Charissa, you move out of the house, you change your entire life. It is..." She stopped, and when she spoke again, her voice was quieter. "It is lonely here. I swear to you, it is lonely." I closed my eyes. I could see her in that vast house, alone in the library or the drawing room, surrounded by furniture worth more than most people earn in a year, yet utterly isolated. I knew that ache. I had grown up inside it, stacking bricks of solitude to shield myself.

She finally understood how important her mother had been to her. After the graduation ceremony, David rushed off to a hotel for a business meeting. He bowed and smiled, humbling himself for deals. Without Jasmine, every expense at home fell on his shoulders. After losing her, the only way he could numb the pain was to bury himself in endless work. His hair had gone mostly gray, but nothing he did could ease the anguish of losing Jasmine. Betty's college acceptance letter arrived. She had chosen a university as far away from home as possible. With that, only David would be left, alone in the house, facing the hollow silence that never left.

It was just time. Time to close the door on a chapter that had rewritten me in ways I never consented to. Time to stop begging for someone to choose me when I was always worthy of being chosen. Time to stop showing up for someone who only missed me when I was gone. I spent the following days alone — but not lonely. I went to my favorite café by myself. I sat in the sun with a book and didn’t check my phone. I cooked dinner for one and played soft music in the background.

Chapter 71 – The Solo Journey Althea’s POV “You’re really going alone?” I smiled at the woman sitting across from me at the airport café. She was maybe in her late fifties, silver hair pulled into a neat bun, hands wrapped around a cup of tea like it grounded her. “Yes,” I said simply. She raised a brow. “No husband? No boyfriend? No friend tagging along?” “No,” I replied. “Just me.” She studied me for a long moment, then nodded slowly. “Good.”

Ayla sat frozen long after the file was shut, her hands pressed flat against the leather as if pinning it down might also anchor the storm tearing through her chest. The silence in the room swelled until it roared in her ears. Alone. The word repeated like a hammer strike, sharp and merciless. It reverberated through her bones until she could almost hear the echo in her blood. Alone meant no cover, no fallback, no eyes on her back when everything went to hell—as it inevitably would.

But not today. I chose to sit by the window, hugging my knees, letting the breeze touch my tear-stained face. There were birds chirping in the distance, from who knows where. The silence I once feared had now turned into peace. Maybe being alone wasn’t always a bad thing. Maybe this was the universe’s way of asking me to come home—not to a place or a person, but to myself.

" With that, I slammed the door in his face. Outside, I could hear his muffled sobs and the sharp sound of him slapping himself. I leaned against the door and let out a long breath. ... A year later. I received my music app's annual report again. This time, the keyword was 'Solo.' [This year, your listening time has greatly increased. You no longer need to cater to anyone else's taste. Every song is a song you sing for yourself.] I smiled and shared it on my social media. My best friend liked it instantly.

“That’s right. But I’m not going as your chaperone or your guard. I’m going as an extra set of eyes to help. A friend. You can be the one to look through that book, but if Julianne and I look around the library while you’re doing that, we’ll be able to go through that much more material.” “I suppose you’re right,” I said. “Besides it would be nice to have the company. I was surprised living here how quiet things were and how lonely I felt. I’m so used to being in a large household with staff and lots of people living there. Being the only one inside the building was kind of strange.” Warmth crept all through my innards at the idea of companions. “Yeah. Let’s go knock out that research.”

Now, back to her abnormal self and about as stable as she was ever going to get, her constant presence and her support in our co-leadership of the coven was something I counted on without question. When she disappeared on me, I finally felt alone. The sun was just setting as I walked through the back door. One quick sweep around the house told me Gram still wasn't home. A bit bummed and missing my family, I said an early good night to Charlotte and retreated to my bedroom, closing myself off a little. No more poor me. I'd made that vow and I intended to keep it. But still, there were times I just needed to be alone. Good book in one hand and a half-bag of chips dug out from under my bed in t

Because they care about me. The twins continue to stare at me in surprise, but allow me to finish what I need to say. "I spent years working from home, studying from home. It was my preference. I'm not typically very fond of people and definitely preferred being alone. But by being by myself all of the time, I slowly began to lose pieces of myself. I fell into a routine of loneliness and self-isolation. And I didn't even notice or care at all. Instead, I began to believe I was thriving. That I needed to be alone. It was all I deserved, all I would ever deserve. I did not even have any friends, let alone boyfriends. I didn't want any. I wanted to be by myself, and I thought that there was som