Half Past 12 I Was All Alone Novels & Stories

Kleo........ It currently is 12.04 pm, the 12th of May, my birthday *eyes roll* and I had been up all through the night before till this moment and if I had to say anything it would be that the last minute before the day began thought it very convenient to take its time before elapsing. Maybe it's my nerves which wouldn't let me rest although I tried to act like that wasn't the case Yes, from my personality it's quite obvious that I was in my pajamas, alone at home, scooping and eating from a bucket of strawberry ice cream and binge watching friends, the TV show, trying to keep away from humanity.

Midnight My name is Midnight. I was born exactly at midnight, on December 29, 2002. My last name is Lipovsky, although it should be Vosse, but that's a story for another day. I am 20 years, 4 months and 2 days old. And I'm a bit weird.

I wondered if they were also here for the countdown. I glanced down at my phone seeing the time was 11:58. To be honest, this felt awkward. What was it? 60-second countdown to New Year, and then we'd go back to our rooms, and that was it? I turned to Alfred, a complaint on the tip of my tongue, but it died down when he smiled reassuringly at me. I could at least give it a try. He was trying hard to make me happy. I looked around. Everyone seemed excited that it was like I was the only odd one out.

'Hey, you are alone? 'Mm hm, everyone is busy, so I'm just here, counting the dots on the ceiling.' 'Hmm,' he stroked his chin. 'Well, it's just after four,' 'I know!' I exclaimed and puffed. 'So much time to do stuffs and yet no friends to do the stuffs with. And you missed my birthday.' I whined poutingly. He smiled again.

I’m sure as hell alone and lonely. I didn’t know the things on TV were all real. Being alone and sober with a broken heart is a big no. I can’t think of anything but the times I shared with him. The short time we had where we are happy. I looked at the clock. It’s almost midnight. Should I go out? I sighed and prepared to go. There is nothing good with staying at home when all I can think about is Kristoff and Dad and Mom and Bianca. There is nothing good with staying at home when all I can think of is how to get over someone who I have loved all my life.

This world used to be mine too, even if I wasn’t born into it. I gave it up. I gave him up. And for years I kept telling myself it was the right call. Today I’m here to finish what that decision started. I walk in at half past twelve. I pick a center table, not too showy, not hiding either. Just the kind of spot a woman eating lunch by herself would grab without it looking weird. I order water, stare at the menu I ain’t planning to eat from, and wait. Ocean shows up at one.

The Midnight Hour As the clock struck twelve, May slipped out of the cabin, her heart pounding in her chest. She had on a dark hoodie and jeans, blending into the shadows as she moved silently through the woods. The moon was a faint glow behind a veil of clouds, casting an eerie pallor over the landscape. Every step felt heavier than the last, each crack of a twig beneath her feet echoing like a gunshot in the silence. She reached the outskirts of the old warehouse, a dilapidated structure long abandoned, its windows shattered and walls covered in peeling paint. The place looked like it hadn’t seen life in years, yet tonight, it seemed alive with secrets.

It’s impressive how a man can be surrounded by people and still want to be alone. Especially when that man is me. The barn was full that night—music playing, laughter everywhere, the smell of homemade food floating in the air—and even so, all I wanted was to finish my plate in peace.

I walked back to the dining table and set the ring in the center of his empty plate. It looked small sitting there. Small and very alone. The second candle sputtered. Then went out. A thin thread of smoke rose and disappeared. I picked up my phone and typed. I waited until midnight. The ring is on the table. I’m going to bed. I hit send before I could soften it.

But the sound always faded into the dark distance. ​Ten o'clock. ​The candles had burned down long ago. The lavish food in the kitchen had been ruined hours ago. The staff had quietly retreated to their quarters leaving me entirely alone. ​I looked at the wine glass in front of me. I hadn't taken a single sip. ​I couldn't do it anymore. The silence was screaming at me, tearing at my sanity. ​I pushed my chair back. I walked over to the side table where I had left my phone.