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The closest thing to a friend I have right now is Nelson, from next door, who’s an even bigger bibliophile than I am. It took me quite some time to get used to living alone in the house my grandmother had left me. On most days, I feel lonely. I feel like all my life has been about holding myself together with tape and glue. Every day I’m trying to keep myself from falling apart. So things like online book auctions, reading, watching horror and thrillers and writing — these things take my mind off the loneliness. While I was drowning myself in thought, I got an iMessage from Nelson.

"I was the type of person who needs company to do stuff like, you know... I grew up in a town where I was always surrounded by people. And I moved to a school where I barely knew anyone. I had friends, but they were busy with their lives as well. Whenever my obligations at school extend to nighttime, I tend to be alone and, of course, lazy cook for my dinner. I always go to this cafe to have dinner. It was always this cafe. I would endure my growling stomach and walk from the campus 'til I arrive here. The food's good, the ambiance is nice plus the music, this place was perfect for relaxing and unwinding. It saddened me that I was enjoying visiting this place alone, doing things alone, eatin

"Are you going back?" "I don't know. But I wanted the option." Celeste laughs. "You've become a romantic." "I've become alive." "Same thing." --- We spend Christmas alone. Not lonely — alone. There's a difference. Lonely is wanting someone to fill a void. Alone is choosing to be with yourself. I cook. Celeste sets the table. The dogs sit nearby, hopeful for scraps. "This is nice," Celeste says. "This is quiet." "Same thing." We eat. We drink wine. We fell asleep on the couch, tangled together, the fire burned down to embers.

They are also the favorite ones. I don't want to feel jealous towards them but I can't help it. I envy them because our parents' attention is always to them. I can't help but to think that, Am I still belong here? Sometimes life is too hard to be alone and sometimes life is too good to be alone. Being alone is also a choice. It's either you need to stand on your own, or let people help you stand, risking your everything that may broke down easily because you trusted them.

So well, Malisa and Aiden's story hasn't ended yet as there would be a part two. I'll inform you guys about it when it's out... In the meantime, you guys can check out my other books. The Better Place : A very emotional story about decisions and how they affect our future. It's dedicated to my deceased friend, Jemmy.... ( Book is completed with 180 chapters . Available on, Goodnovel and Web Novel. ) Depressed ( love yourself ) : A unique book on learning to love oneself and building a strong self esteem... Also a book on Self discovery. ( Book is completed and is Available on N******t. )

I'm alone. Completely alone, except for my job, which is my life, and my two best friends, who have actual social lives. But I'm alone. I was alone in High School when my Dad was forced to leave and my Mother forcefully took my sister and I away from him. I was alone in College when I spent my whole four years studying and only studying for a degree no one but my father cared about, and I'm alone now, as I cry on my kitchen floor, with my dog, Pedro, who looks confused, because I truly have no one who cares with me.

I whispered under my breath, The books didn’t answer. The walls didn’t care. I sat there in the stillness proud but painfully alone, and wondered if that was how my life would always be with flashes of triumph in a sea of solitude.

And Pippa would either be drinking straight from the wine bottle with me, or she’d be in the kitchen baking something new while she forced all of us to taste test. Taking a deep breath, I place my phone face down on the counter and try to push away the feeling of loneliness. I think part of this summer in the Hamptons is me needing to be okay with being alone and learning who I am. There’s nothing like hitting rock bottom only to realize you have no idea who you are—and what you’ll do with the rest of your life.

"She's just a kid, and she's already out there getting hotel rooms with people? And now that she's gone missing, she's making all of you run in circles? "Pat, why do you still bother with a walking disaster like her? Wouldn't it be better if she just died out there somewhere?" The cold fury in her eyes made me shudder. Patrick finally seized the chance to speak. "Grace, Aubree booked Room 318." Mom had been about to snap back, but suddenly, she froze as if something had just come to mind.

My grip tightened around the phone as I repeated Evelyn's mother's message to him exactly, but Julian said in a provoking tone, "Sorry, but Evelyn's having dinner with me tonight. You can go back to the Brook Residence by yourself." That night, I had no choice but to go to the Brook Residence alone. What I didn't expect was that my foster sister Claire was there, too. She was sitting there chatting with Evelyn's mother, Dana. When Claire saw me, she raised a brow. "Why are you here alone? Where's Evelyn?" My fists tightened a little. I kept my voice as steady as I could. "Evelyn still has work at the office, so she can't make it." The next second, the door opened, and Evelyn walked in holdin