I Cry Alone Novels & Stories

Maybe it's because I'm about to have my period that I'm just emotional. My tears kept falling as I was still eating ice cream. My heart felt so lonely for some reason. This area is very large, accompanied by a vast city that is easy to see from here. But I feel like I am alone. Sigh, how I miss Molly. She’s the only loud person I could bare. ”I look so dumb. What is happening to me? ” I asked myself as I wipe my tears and eat another spoonful of ice cream. "Why didn't you answer my calls?"

No, not from five. Suddenly, I realized what I'd missed out on, prompting the tears to fall harder. Wordlessly, I got up, not seeing anything or anyone but just one location in mind. My room. I needed to be alone. I needed to cry alone. What the hell did I do to deserve...this? What? Why, Elaine? Why? — Elaine

Mikkel grabbed the book that was plopped before her nose and threw it at the coffee table that was on the far end of the room. "Fine...." The two of them plopped down on the worn-out sofa with their bowls of Caesar salad and dumplings. Ever since Meghaal entered his life the young man felt less lonely. His days no longer were spent with reheated food consumed alone in the deafening silence of the room that was only disturbed by the chirping crickets that inhabited the surrounding trees of the forest he called home. His parents, as loving as they were, were too busy with pack affairs to be on time to catch a warm meal with their son. Aphrodite had made his lonely life much more bearable ever

'' I say, slamming my hand on my head quickly. His hand finds mine and stops me. He wipes my tears and hugs me without saying a word. ''I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for leaving you when you needed me the most. I'm so sorry I let you go through this alone.'' he doesn't let go, hugging me tighter. I stood there feeling calm. His scent felt like heaven, and in his arms, I felt safe. For once in my life, after a long time, I felt safe. I could feel my eyes getting heavy and the medicine starting to kick in. I curled up into a ball and rested my head on his chest and let sleep take me.

their voice follows. I don’t answer them as they try to comfort me but all I want to do is be alone, I want to be by myself, cry by myself, and figure this out myself. I hear them whisper between themselves, trying to figure out what's wrong. “Do we have to call Dominic?” My mother yells through the door My eyes pop open in shock quickly standing up and I pull the door open to their shocked face “Please don’t call him, I just want to be alone” I cry out, shutting the door right after as I go back to lay back down on the bed.

“Okay. But come find me if you need anything, okay?” “Thanks,” I mumbled, already turning away. I made my way to the bathroom, slipping inside and locking the door behind me. The second I was alone, the tears came immediately. I leaned against the sink, clutching the edges so hard I thought I might break it. My shoulders shook as I tried to keep the sobs quiet, but it was no use. Crying alone in the bathroom was like some cruel reminder that I was completely alone. I had no one. No Wynonna. No Ethan.

Not a single one. I didn’t cry. Not once. Not a single tear has ever fallen from my eyes. I grew up alone, never knowing what it was like to break down, to let emotions spill through trembling lips and tear-streaked cheeks. Even when I questioned why I had to live without anyone—no mother to hold me, a father who rarely visited, no voices in the halls, no hands to guide me—I never cried. Not even once.

Well, it's not like I started it. “Ahhh!! What is wrong with me today!” I shouted, jumping onto my bed and flopping down like a little kid having a tantrum. I knew the answer: it was the disgusting sight that fool had forced my beautiful eyes to see. Now I had to sit and eat in front of that man, how did he even do it with that girl, that's probably why she was crying. I guess it must have hurt, which felt truly sickening. The fact that he was the only one who could technically ask for a divorce was so annoying. Maybe I should ask him. Who knows, he might agree to it. —

"Incubi are born flirts! How do you know you're his only woman? Once he's bored, he'll toss you aside. He doesn't even know what love is! Don't ruin your whole life being his plaything." "Shirley, I fell in love with you at first sight. I don't care if you've slept with that incubus," Jamie said, trying to sound noble. The two of them took turns preaching about true love and morality. Tracy and I had grown up together, yet looking at her now, I barely recognized her. But this time, I wasn't going to give her what she wanted. I yanked my arm free and pulled Lionel toward the entrance. "When your heat cycle's over and you want a divorce, I'll go along with it," I told him.

Closing my eyes, I trap my tears inside my eyes while releasing a slow breath. One moment I had everything, and now it feels like everything is slipping out of my hand. Dropping my face in my hands, I take a ragged breath trying to control the sobs which are threatening to escape from me. I have never felt so alone in my life until this moment.