I Cry Alone Novels & Stories

“I want to be alone. Get away from me.” My voice cracked, breaking into an ugly sob. “I want to be alone… please… leave me alone… leave me… alone.”

“I don’t want to be seen yet. We haven't even covered our entire plan. We—” “You won’t be alone,” he cut me off. I huffed out a humorless laugh. “I don't have a problem with being alone, Victor. I’ve been alone for four years. I can manage one more night.” Suddenly, I felt like I was going to cry, but I didn't let it happen. I hadn't cried in three years—not out of sadness, at least—and I wasn't going cry again over the last man who caused my tears. I took a deep breath. “It's just... I feel like I'm not ready.”

Do you like the idea of being fucked senseless by a pack of wolves who’d buy you like livestock if they could? The mirror didn’t answer and neither did Ivy for a heartbeat. Then she whispered, small and wounded, "I just… don’t want you to be alone if they don’t come back." I let out a short, ugly, the sound that sounded like a cackle or laughter “Alone?” I hissed, dragging the zipper the rest of the way up. It caught again on a fresh welt. I yanked harder. Pain bloomed bright across my ribs. Good. Pain I understood. “Tesoro, I’ve been alone since the day my dad died. Alone is my default setting. Alone is safe. Alone means no one gets to break me except me.”

I looked away nonetheless. "I need to be alone," I murmured as I stumbled into the bathroom on shaky legs. I slammed the door closed behind me, locking it. I slid down, heaving as the tears came crashing down uncontrollably. It felt like everything was crashing down on me. I couldn't stop the sobs that pushed forth, vocalising the pain I felt. An unexplainable pain that only served to confuse me. I sank to the floor, curling into a ball, holding what was left of me. I couldn't stop crying, and I knew they'd hear me.

And then I’ll go back to being single—for the rest of my life, if that’s what it takes. “Don’t cry,” he whispered softly. It took a second for me to realize… I was crying. “I’m not,” I whispered back. But the tears said otherwise. ***** LMCD22

" I looked down at his blank face and realise how much our life has been sucked out of him I don't even want to think about how horrible that must have felt alone you must have been no one to talk to my voice because you shake and my eyes welled with tears that I didn't even know where they came from and the Ryan was looking at me like I had grown a new head. "Why are you crying?" It seems to look strange to him that I was crying so much but I couldn't control it because I put myself in the shoes and how lonely the last year's must have been for him I don't know how you survived it but nobody should ever have to go through that nobody. *Ryan I'm so sorry."

“Oh baby girl.” “I know, I know it sounds pathetic and I look like a total loser right now but I can’t help it, okay? I can’t help that I love and care for him so much that his actions are literally hurting me and there is nothing I can do. I feel so alone, especially with you all the way in another continent. I just don’t know what to do.” I rambled, feeling a fresh wave of tears run down my face. “Oh dear. Please don’t cry.”

My chest heaved as I tried to hold back the sobs building in my throat, but it was useless. "I don't..." I gasped, my voice breaking. "I don't have... I don't have anyone!." The words came out in a rush, barely coherent between the sobs that were now shaking my entire body. I covered my face with my hands, shame burning through me like fire. "I'm completely alone," I whispered through my fingers. "There's no one. No one at all."

I shot my head up with the speed of light, snapping my teary gaze to the mirror and my heart broke at my reflection. "I am not alone!" I yelled back at the voice in my head, not caring that Iris was right on the other side of the room. "I am not alone. I am not alone. I am not alone." I chanted it like a mantra, muttering it under my breath for as long as I needed to. "I am not alone. I have Iris. I am not alone." I whispered, wiping my tears aggressively.

I wanted to share my happiness with someone, but there was no one. I was all alone in this office and one person that I had was angry with me. And I don’t know for what. I needed somebody so badly. One by one tears rolled down my face, making me a crying mess.