How Not To Die Alone Book Novels & Stories

" I could not help but scoff at that. Right on cue, Derick's phone rang. It was the hospital. Jasmine's baby had a sudden respiratory crisis, and with no one there to sign off on emergency surgery, he did not make it. I was taken aback. Even though in a previous life he turned out to be a thankless wretch, the news of his death still hit me with a wave of mixed emotions. Jasmine heard the devastating news without so much as a flinch of shock or a trace of sorrow. "Quick! Let me make sure baby Ayden is really okay!" She seized the moment I was caught off guard and snatched my child from me. I reacted with a jolt and wrestled my baby back into my arms.

You never have experience what it is like to have exciting news but have no one to tell it to , or feel sad and have no one there to comfort you. For the rest of you who are like me , I am proud of you! I know that sometimes you feel empty – you want to speak to someone , you want someone to care enough to reach out but you just wait by your phone for a text but never get it. You make it seem like you like being alone , and maybe you do , but at the back of your mind and heart you wish that someone would unexpectedly enter your life , choose you and keep choosing you. It is a daily battle that we face , you guys are strong – I am super proud of you!

Loud, suffocating, meaningless. The Truth I’m not scared of dying. I’ve danced with death too many times—drunk driving, drug overdoses, blackout nights on rooftops I don’t remember climbing. No, death isn’t what scares me. What scares me is being alone. Truly alone. No lights. No distractions. No parties. Just me and the silence. Because in that silence, I have to face it. The truth. That maybe I don’t deserve love. That maybe I pushed the one person who saw me—really saw me—so far away, she’ll never come back.

he asked as he took a bite of the chocolate. I nod my head and took my glasses off. “The half of it.” He pat my head and smiled. “ Now, get some sleep.” “No.” I said, pouting my lips and raising my eyebrows. “ I'm waiting for the dawn.” He shrugged his shoulders and went back to his reading, but now he's sitting on the floor beside me while I sat on my chair. “I read in the first chapter here that depression is a side effect of dying.” I kept on concentrating on the screen to check the mistakes of the drafts, the misspellings, and the grammatical errors, mostly.

Yes, it is up to the person whether to choose death over life or life over death but remember that death is not a solution to problems. God will not give us situations that we can't overcome. Just trust Him and He will take care of everything. Do not put life into waste because many people in this world are struggling to survive. If it’s too tiring… rest. If it’s too heavy… seek help. Hoping that this would be a lesson for everyone. No to suicide. Value life.

I’m afraid, journal. I don’t want to die alone.

'Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could. Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are. Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hope

I'm not alone anymore, and goodness does it feel fantastic. So this is the final part of "Alone" and I can't believe it's over. It's the longest book I've written but it's also been so fun to write. I'm sorry to keep waiting for the updates. And thank you all for the patience, love and support!

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Out of the airport, I hailed a car to the seaside guesthouse I had booked ahead. The owner was an old woman in her sixties. She warmly carried my luggage in for me and brought me a glass of lemonade. "Traveling alone?" I smiled and nodded. A little surprised, the old woman joked, "Are all the men in the world dead? How could they let a girl this pretty travel on her own?" I looked down at the lemon slices bobbing in my glass. After a long silence, I answered quietly, "He has someone more important to be with."