Deathly Loneliness Attacks Novels & Stories

I had taken Audrey's hand and started running, it was funny how I thought we had escaped and suddenly she dropped down beside me. Time seemed to slow down as I watched blood seeping out of her head, I just stood there like my brain had gone on lockdown watching as she died. All I knew was that I was suddenly pulled into a car and later I found myself at the institution again but I still couldn't focus on anything apart from the fact that Audrey was dead just like I took people's lives, she was taken from me. -- "What do you think is wrong with her? She gets like this after a mission and it's getting worse".

“After all, my condition is worth crying for. I'd be glad if you did.” “Tayo, seriously, stop.” “I am so lonely, Ana. So lonely.” “Tayo, chill. I'm sure that-” “Every day, my loneliness comes in waves. Loneliness is my middle name,” Tayo droned on, his smile fading off. “I'm hopeless. Helpless.” “Tayo.”

The loneliness that enveloped him was palpable, a heavy presence that seemed to suffuse the very air around him. With each passing moment, the emptiness within him grew deeper, echoing the void that stretched out beyond the confines of his apartment. And so, he remained there by the window, a solitary figure silhouetted against the urban skyline, seeking solace in the silent expanse of the night. Ding. As the elevator doors parted, Damon sensed Joseph Carter's presence without needing to turn around. The weight of his exhaustion must have been evident even before Carter's comment: "You look like you've been through a fucking hell," Carter remarked, his tone a mix of concern and observation.

Death and I asked at the same time before glaring at each other, but the goddesses seemed to gush over the dumb moment "Your staring," Death says "I was just wondering to myself how someone could possibly be so ugly," I lied, narrowing my eyes at him It was those stupid eyes He chuckled, "And yet you just admitted it was my eyes," He can read my mind? My lips purse as my cheeks heat up and I look away as I swim in between Hera and Demeter, "Telling me you could read my thoughts should have happened at the beginning, like when you met me. Have you ever heard of privacy?" I asked but cut him off before he said anything, "Oh, of course not because you were standing in my fucking mirror while I

"shhhhh" And everything went black.

The memory isn’t loud, but it’s persistent, a slow ache in the chest, a hollow I’ve learned to carry. And with that memory comes the cold. Not the kind you feel on your skin, but the kind that settles deep in your bones. A quiet, gnawing loneliness that no one sees. That no one asks about. Because they expect me to lead. To fight. To fix things. But I’m not sure how to fix this. Not the attacks. Not Hazel. Not whatever’s been broken inside me ever since that night. I close my eyes for a second, forcing myself to take a deep breath.

Depression. It’s a word that everybody knows, yet people rarely discuss it. The word depression is like leprosy. If you don’t have it, you have no idea what it feels like to be in that deep, dark hole. The best part of that deep, dark hole is the loneliness. You might find it odd that I say ‘the best part’ but it happens to be true. The loneliness is an escape in itself and that’s what makes it so dangerous. Getting yourself out of that hole is one of the hardest things you’ll probably ever have to do in your lifetime. It’s worse than losing a loved one. Yes, it is. You might wake up and feel fine, nothing happens and suddenly you’re there.

"Dom mentioned you only engage in hookups. No dates. No attachments. You isolate yourself inside this fortress and pretend you don't need anyone. But you're vibrating with tension, Kirill. I can feel it from across the room. Maybe I can help?" Closing the laptop with a definitive snap, I push the machine away. The intel can wait. My patience can't. "You understand nothing about me," I say. “And do not call her Dom. To you, she is Dominique.” "I understand loneliness," he whispers. Standing up, the metal legs of my chair scrape harshly against the concrete. The noise is discordant and ugly. I walk slowly around the edge of the steel table. Every step is measured. The predator inside me, the o

It wasn't just about a broken heart; it was about a broken belief system, a fundamental shift in her understanding of love, loyalty, and truth. The path to healing felt impossibly long, shrouded in a fog of uncertainty. There were moments, fleeting and precious, when a glimmer of her old self would surface – a wry observation, a spark of humor, a moment of genuine connection with a friend. But these moments were often short-lived, quickly swallowed by the pervasive sense of loss. The loneliness was a constant companion, a shadow that followed her everywhere, a silent testament to the profound disruption that had occurred. She knew, intellectually, that healing was possible, that time would e

I craved for affection when I dwelled in the mortal realm, didn’t I? Oh, how jealous I used to feel of the people around me who had someone who wanted them. How lonely I used to feel. It’s now I realize that since I came here, I didn’t feel that once. The loneliness. It seemed to have been left behind in that mortal real ever since he bought me here. He was with me, in some way or the other. Either keeping an eye on me or keeping me company. I wonder what will happen if I go away right now? Will I find the same loneliness again? I find myself moving closer to him as I sink deeper into the pool of my thoughts. It feels like he’s the bottom and I am the anchor who’s sinking deep due to the wei