Deathly Loneliness Attacks Novels & Stories

“C'mon, man…” “You got no idea how hellish this past month has been. Red's broken. Father keeps breathing down my neck about my impending responsibilities. I'm on the verge of losing my mind!“ “I understand, Ryder, I do. That's why I thought if you had a good amount of humping, you'd get Hara out of your system. Too bad it didn't work out,“ He came to stand beside me, not too close but not so far either. “How do I win against this deafening loneliness that's threatening to shut me down? Tell me how. That's all I need,“ I was being pathetic, but I couldn't help it.

The carousel was still there, spinning round as if nothing had changed. I bought a ticket and sat on the same familiar horse. The wind blew against my face. I closed my eyes. For a moment, I could still hear my daughter's laughter… and David warning me, "Be careful." This time, no one was with me. I rode alone. A wave of dizziness washed over me. I knew death was near. I forced my eyes open, but the world grew more and more blurred. With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and used the last of my strength to dial a number I had not called in years.

After coming out, he sank into the chair by the door, his legs heavy. Leaning back, he tilted his head to stare at the ceiling light and remained motionless for a long while. When Janice returned from buying personal supplies, she saw Jayson sitting there. The man who was usually so proud and aloof now radiated an indescribable loneliness. She didn't know what they had talked about, but she could vaguely guess that it probably hadn't ended well. Now that the baby was gone, even someone as headstrong as Jayson had likely been driven to the edge.

“Are you satisfied yet?” The voice was so familiar that my mind went blank, and I felt like I had just been struck by lightning. I froze. Trembling, I reached out and slowly removed the mask. A pair of triumphant eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a wave of dizziness. “Well, well! Running off to have fun with my mom, huh? Have you had your fill yet, Naomi?”

I could feel her resentment, her sorrows, her laments radiating as an aura, bubbling through their skins, stripped of clothing that had been torn apart during their transformation. I approached her just enough for one of her sons—one of my brothers-in-law—to verbally threaten me without considering the consequences. "It's your fault!" shouted the eldest, while the others glared at me with immense irreverence. I met each of their gazes, keeping my breathing calm, vigilant for any sign of conflict. An alpha can be overthrown, but I am not just any alpha. I am the sole survivor of my lineage, enduring what I have termed the Holocaust—the day I became an orphan.

Those fragments brought fleeting warmth, like echoes of sunlight in the gray. Then the hallucinations darkened, twisting into nightmares that clawed at my sanity. I witnessed the syndicate winning—armored figures overwhelming our defenses, dragging Callan away while I screamed through a connection that no longer existed. In another vision, he turned and walked out the door, eyes cold with regret, choosing self-preservation over us. The cruelest one left me utterly alone in an echoing void, years stretching out in isolation. No touch. No voice. No future worth fighting for. The loneliness was suffocating, a black hole that threatened to pull me under permanently.

His words echoed in my ears and reverberated through my mind like a painful reminder from the past. For a moment, I was transported back to my own darkest days — the devastating loss of my father, followed shortly by the death of my closest friend. I remembered the suffocating emptiness, the heavy silence of a house with no one left to console me, no warm arms to hold me through the grief. The loneliness had nearly broken me.

She had a bad feeling about this, and she instinctively sent a message to her friends' group chat. [He left the country and deleted all my contact information.] The group chat exploded at once. Claire did not say who "he" was, but all her friends knew she meant me. [Did he suddenly come to his senses? Is he finally giving up on you?] [That's a good thing. Weren't you having a headache on how to get rid of him? Now that he's gone, you don't have to waste your time on it anymore. He probably realized he was too useless to you and was too ashamed to see you.]

Grant asked. Dylan looked at the widening breach. Then back at me. “Then it keeps trying until it breaks everything.” Another pulse of foreign emotion brushed against my mind. Not aggression. Loneliness. The realization hit so hard it almost hurt. “It is not here to fight,” I said. “It is here because it is alone.” Silence fell again. Heavy. Human. Dylan exhaled slowly. “Then we change the approach.” He released my hand. And stepped toward the breach. “Dylan,” I said, fear rising.

I held my mother’s cold hand and sat dazed on the floor, silent for a long time. The procedures that followed became a blur. Returning to our hometown. Cremation. The funeral. Everything felt like it was happening inside a dream. I went through every step mechanically, my insides terrifyingly hollow. In the end, I sat alone in a plain funeral parlor. It was empty all around me. Not a single person came to pay their respects. After all, the Falcone family had already sent word. Anyone who dared attend the funeral of Sofia Rossi’s mother would be declaring war on the Falcone family, on the entire Boston underworld.