Book On Being Alone Novels & Stories

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

I am in the bed. I am alone. I know I'm alone not because no one is there but because of the specific quality of the aloneness — the kind that exists when you understand that no one is coming. Not soon. Not tonight. Maybe not at all. The kind of alone that isn't situational but structural, the kind that tells you something true about the architecture of your life. I had asked them to call the family. The nurse had called. My mother had said she'd try to get there.

Each person eats alone, lives alone… as if we are strangers under one roof. So please, act like me, or they will notice. I am a quiet person. I do not like getting close to my family. I spend most of my time alone… without friends, without real connections just me and my silence. It may sound sad, but it is easier than trying to belong to something that does not give you a place. Take care of yourself.

This man was difficult to read. “I’m not sure if I’d call myself a loner. I love to read.” I mentally sighed after the words left my mouth, realizing that I’d yet again given an example of something I do alone. “But I’m excellent at writing book summarizations.” We stared at each other in thick silence and I could almost hear the thundering of my own heart.

And how beautiful loneliness can be for souls who seek more from life than the crowd. Am I asking you to become a lonely person? No. I am not asking you to become anyone. I am just saying that with time, we grow as a person. We are not starting as innocent, pure little kids in this cunning, mad life. We have learned our lessons. We have seen the fakeness, the lies, and the games. We became bitter, initially. But then we learned how to navigate the madness. We learned to shut out the noise. We learned to look inside for peace, love, and happiness. So what you have become is not another person who was forced upon you. It’s the more mature version of yourself. It’s you with years of experience

“Look, I appreciate your effort, I really do, but I want to be alone.” “You don’t have to be alone.” “I do. We have had a lot of fun but this thing between us isn’t going to work.” She stiffened, her head tilting just a little as she looked at me. “What?” “I was fooling myself. I’m not the guy you think I am. I’m a loner. The only person who has really ever understood who I was and how I was was Kade. Kade got it. He didn’t push and he didn’t try to smother me with attention and affection. He left me alone. That’s what I want. It’s what I have always wanted. I wasn’t born to be the other half to a whole. I’m a lone rider. I always have been, and I always will be.”