Book On Being Alone Novels & Stories

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.

‘So, you’re here alone. I rolled my eyes so hard I saw my own brain. ‘In case your billionaire powers of observation have failed you, Portia and Josh are down there. They’re fully formed human beings. I’m not marooned on a desert island.’ ‘You know what I mean.’ I sighed. ‘Fine. If you mean, am I here alone, unattached, tragically single, a pathetic singleton surrounded by a sea of Valentine’s couples, then yes. Congratulations on your deduction. I am alone. Are you happy now?’

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.

“I…not yet. You have to remember I’ve spent so many years alone that I want to be surrounded by people for awhile longer. Rowen understands, and respects that.” “But you’re alone in your room at school.” “If you think about it, the majority of the time I’m alone in my room is when I’m sleeping. At least your or Norm is with me most of the time. When I am alone, I hate it. When I’m by myself I either video chat, have music going, or a movie playing so I don’t feel so alone.” “Oh. I….I didn’t realize that.” “Yeah.” “I have to be honest with you about something, short stack.” Colby said.

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.”

“I’m the one who invited them.” “I know. I heard you. But I know you want this alone time with me, but you are too good to offer your time to them.” “Are you annoyed?” “No. Why should I? It makes me happy when you are happy.” “I felt so alone for a long time. I have friends, but my life was not an open book to them, so I like it here. They know me, my past, and I don’t have to guard my mouth when I have to tell a story.”

- ISOBEL - Have you ever felt stuck? Trapped in your life and the only escape you have from reality are the thoughts in your head? That's where I am right now and the only thing I have going are the slutty thoughts running through my head. There are some benefits to being alone in one's room at night. My mind replays the scene of my night six months ago, only this time, it has someone else's face in my mind. A very familiar face.

I wanted to comfort her but it looks like she needs to be alone, sometimes all you need is to be alone, to realise your value, to find yourself in this abyss. Sighing, I stood up and started to walk towards my apartment, again, he crossed my mind, the work was awfully quiet today, I was used to his stalking gaze on me but now without him, something felt missing, though it was good to finally breathe in peace without feeling wary of my every little action.