Half Past 12 I Was All Alone Novels & Stories

What a pity! At the end of the day ,i felt a bit down.I didn't want to go to this rendez-vous,at the park,and at that time..It's really dangerous outside for a girl to walk alone .I went upstairs to my room and completed my homework.I was feeling a bit tired,so i lied on my bed for a nap.When i woke up it was 6.46pm.I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower.

11:59 PM. I stared at my phone like my life depended on it. My heart was beating so fast it didn’t even make sense. It was just a birthday… right? This was the first time in a very long time that I was actually excited about my birthday. 11:59… 11:59… Then, 12:00. I sucked in a sharp breath, sitting up immediately. “I’m eighteen…” I whispered, a slow smile spreading across my face. Finallyyyy.

She didn’t have the energy at all, and her body felt like jelly. Just then, the sound of bells filled the air. She silently counted and realized that it was 12.00AM. Midnight was the loneliest time of the day, and the night was as cold as ice. At that moment, Matthias’ frowning face flashed across her mind out of nowhere.

Victory tasted like that sometimes. “Happy birthday to me,” I murmured. By the time the party wound down, the room had thinned out. Music low, laughter fading, glasses half empty. Midnight came quietly. I found myself alone again. Twelve o’clock. The hour girls whispered about, hoping for the spark that meant fated mates and a future to look forward to. But for me? Nothing came. There was no pull, no toe curling magic. Only silence. I let out a small laugh. “Figures,” I said to no one.

They said the feeling was nice, having an Angel's presence made you feel safe, protected, and warm, however, I felt cold and bleak on my 12th birthday. I was forgotten. Years passed, I became 16, and I was supposed to meet my soulmate, but no one showed up. I had been forgotten. And now that I was 18, in my final year of high school, I resolved not to care any longer; I had accepted that I would be alone forever on my 12th birthday. I was the odd one out. To be continued...!

Soon enough, sleep took me as its willing victim. *** The digital clock blinked back at me. Glared his light in my face. Loneliness crept up in small waves. Bent and crashed on my mind. I was no longer in a busy house. Or surrounded by my mates. Alone in a hotel room, staring at a clock that read two in the morning.

“ I'm sorry honey, but I promise I'll try to come before lunch, “ he said, cherishing my cheeks. I smiled and nodded at him. “ take care, i’ll be back by noon “ with that he left hurriedly. And I sat there, sipping my coffee all alone in this big mension. I had breakfast and went to my room knowing that there are only maids here now, and I felt like there’s literally no one beside me, with whom I can share something.

I murmured to the darkness, the words half‑laugh, half‑lament. Still waiting. Still hoping. For someone who made it clear— The minute hand crept past eleven. The clock read 11:37 PM. Time stretched, each second a thin filament of anticipation. I forced myself to turn away, but part of me... the part that still remembered how his hand felt on a cold winter night, stayed rooted. Midnight. 12:00 AM. I was still there, still staring at the door, still waiting. No footsteps. No engine’s low purr. No sign of him. My birthday slid past the threshold of a new year, unmarked, unnoticed.

I was clenching my fist and decide to walked away, but I paused when a sudden flash back crossed inside my mind. I was 7 years old, it was already 1:30 am, it's quiet, I love it because I could feel the solitude much more. I was just staring at my window and watched the twinkling stars when I heard a cracking sound outside, I hurriedly turned off my lamp's light and listened to the sound quietly.

Sade I was feeling the loneliness. Living alone had been fun and new at first, but it quickly got old. I didn’t think I was cut out to be alone. I was bored. Every night I sat on my couch, flipping through channels and texting Trent—assuming he was able to text. I talked to myself—a lot. Probably more than was healthy. I ate alone. I did everything alone.