Book On Being Alone Novels & Stories

I waited until she completely disappeared from my sight and then headed home, cringing as my mobile began to vibrate again. God that's enough... I like to be alone. I love the peace, the silence and the serenity that it brings, away from the crowd, far away from the stupid business meetings and functions and media and press and all that shit. Being alone is tranquiling. Sean thinks I am weird but he doesn't understand my need to be alone. Neither do I, if I am being honest. Its...its just a need.

The room is empty. He was alone. In fact, there’s a book faced down on the bed like he was… reading? I’m curious at first, but then, remembering the book hidden in my underwear drawer, the one Beau seems to know by heart, I decide that it’s better not to know what he’s reading. “You’re alone,” I say, because I’m still stuck on that fact. “Am I?” Beau glances behind him at the empty room. “So I am.” “You are hardly ever alone,” I say.

Not to Julian, not to our argument but to the empty spaces in my life. I had never really lived alone. There was always someone to chase to hold onto or to blame. Now between treatment schedules and days without Maximilian I had to sit with myself. It turned out I wasn't as terrible as I thought. I closed the book. Leaned my head back against the sofa. Silence wrapped around the room again. This time it didn't feel suffocating. It felt like breathing space. Maybe because for the time in a long while I wasn't trying to control something I couldn't control.

No one wanted to be my seatmate. Rushing towards there, I pulled out one chair and waited for my order. On the other side of the shop, someone was now reading a book. A romance story. Too bad I was not an avid reader of anything. I prefer watching movies on my phone or laptop. I felt so alone and lonely. I just wanted the world to swallow me now. Their continued intense gazes were unsettling. ‘I think we will return later when no one is around.’

I was about to give up but, a moment later, he starts speaking, “The same reason as you I guess.” “And what’s my reason?” I raise an eyebrow. I don’t have any particular reason. So, how could he give one? But, he doesn’t hesitate to spat, “We find solace in being alone.” I lift a brow. It might be true but I don’t necessarily fond of being alone. There are no people in this world who want to be alone for the rest of their lives. I might be a lone wolf but, even then I do want to find somebody who I can connect with. Meanwhile, Cain doesn’t seem to want one. He deliberately ignores the rest of the world.

Even Ben became quiet and withdrawn, as though he were carrying an unbearable burden. I felt as though the whole world was against us, refusing to let us live in peace for even a single day. When I would feel mentally and emotionally exhausted, I would often wonder—what exactly was the secret that Edith had left behind? It turned out I wasn't the only one with that question, especially after the neighbors shared this incident online.

The photo was of a hospital bed, and the caption read, "Came back all alone for treatment. How sad." The guests began to whisper about the groom suddenly running away from his own wedding when my brother, Alvin Chilton, stepped forward. "Joy, you've always been strong, so I know you can handle this alone. Gwen needs me more than you right now." With that, he was out the door as well. Both of them had deserted me for the same woman. I tried calling Theodore's phone, but it remained unreachable. Soon, I noticed that Gwen had updated her social media account again.

My parents both gone. “Look, I know this is all extremely new to you and believe me if I were you, I’d be scared too. But all I can tell you is this. You’re not alone. You have four wonderful mates who love and adore you and a friend who won’t let anything bad happen to you while he’s here.” “But I am alone. That’s the thing you guys don’t get. You guys don’t see the things I see when I’m alone.” “Then tell us. Let us in.”

"Nothing. You do nothing. You wait. You let Matthew come to you. You let Rick come to you. You let Laura come to you. And while you are waiting, you learn how to be alone." "I do not want to be alone." "Then learn. Because you are going to be alone a lot. Even when you are with someone. That is the human condition. We are born alone. We die alone. Everything in between is just a temporary distraction." "That is very dark." "That is very honest." --- I left the office. Drove home. The house was still there. Still empty. Still waiting. I walked to the garden. The hose was still on. Water was pooling around the roses I had not yet pulled.

If I didn’t do anything to change my current situation I would feel like this forever. “What do you suggest?” I whisper. “I am not sure how much more I can help you” she answers, “I will always be here to talk to you and help you through things. But I feel like you need to do some healing on your own and figure out what makes you happy.” “What if I am not ready to be alone?” I said looking down at the floor. “The times we feel like we shouldn’t be alone are often the times we need to be alone the most” she answers “it’s important to sit with our feelings so we can heal from them.”