I Feel So Alone And Empty Novels & Stories

I let her work around me like I am a piece of furniture. I feel hollow. The space inside my chest where my fight used to be is empty, scraped clean by the realization that I am truly alone. Diego is gone. My father is gone. Marco is gone. I stand up slowly and walk to the window. I look down at the driveway. It is empty. No red sports car. No black SUV. Just white stone baking in the heat. I don't cry. I don't have any tears left. I just feel heavy, like my bones have been replaced with lead pipes.

I whispered to the emptiness while watching the colorful sky brought by the fireworks. I found myself crying due to envy for my happy neighbors, contrasting with my feelings of loneliness and sadness. Will it always be like this? Will my new year always be like this? Will I always be alone in welcoming the new year? Will I always end up crying every new year? Will it always be like this?! For Pete's sake, I'm so tired! I'm so tired of feeling alone all the time. I'm so tired of being independent all the time. I feel alone. Yes, I know my grandma is there for me, but I still feel like I'm alone in this life. I feel like I'm the only one fighting the challenges of life. I fucking feel alone!

Bisi's Pov Being single was not all I thought it would be, I feel so lonely and miserable. No wife, no friend, no companion, worst of all no love. I used to have them all but now nothing, my life feels vacant and void, engulfed by the darkness that is almost touchable. My life is a complete mess, it would require a whole lot of hard work and forgiveness to get my life back on track.

Tonight the house felt emptier than it ever had. And for the first time in a long time, I felt truly alone.

It’s not like I’ve got anywhere else to go. As I start my car and pull away from the curb in front of Nessa’s house, bound for the lodge, an empty, desolate feeling settles over me. My life hasn’t always been easy, but good things have always been peppered in there. For the first time, though, I’m struggling to find any bright spots. Everything just feels so hopeless. I’ve never felt so alone.

I have never felt so lonely in my life. I have never been openly romantic with Arya but this shit is making me feel empty inside. A big part of me is missing from my being and I feel so cold and incomplete. I feel like there is a big black hole sucking the life out of me. The big black hole can only be filled by my mate, whose whereabouts I don't even know. My wolf coils in a corner, sulking or crying, I can't tell. All I know is that there is only emptiness deep inside me.

I had asked that question thousands of times before and gotten no response. Please, I prayed internally, wrapping my arms around myself. I don't know how to reach you. I don't even know if you're real. All of this is becoming unbearable, and I can't take it anymore. Just once... I want to know what it feels like not to be alone. I've spent years talking to empty air. If you're real... please. I need you. As usual, there was silence. It swallowed every word I had spoken. Why do I even bother?

Closing my eyes, I swallowed again and replied in a weak voice, "Whatever happened...it was consensual. I have nothing to complain about. It's not like he exploited me or what. Both of us wanted the same thing. A fucking one-night stand." Those last words felt like a bitter poison on my tongue. But that was true, and yet that didn't explain why I was feeling like my insides were tearing apart. The emptiness was eating me slowly like maggots. The loneliness, even when I was surrounded by a crowd, was burning me from the inside out. My chest felt hollow as if all hope had been trampled to death. My throat felt constricted as if barbed wire was wrapped around it tightly. My voice was a mere whi

I didn't bother to wipe them as they soaked my cheeks rolling down to my chest one after another. I sat on the floor quietly bringing my knees to my chest. I have lost so much. I'm all alone now. Nate is gone and he's too broken to return. Alexander has left a deep void inside me. It's a void I don't think I can fill. It will be so for many years to come maybe even to my death. Is this it? Is this my new existence filled with pain, loneliness and emptiness? Is this it?

I’m still weak physically, but my mind is in far worse shape. The silence feels intimidating, a huge contrast with the chaos my life has been recently. The bareness of the room seems like a reminder that I’m essentially alone. Suddenly, Moon’s absence hits harder than ever. I miss her comforting presence, her wisdom, her calming voice. Without her, it’s almost impossible to quiet the turmoil in my mind.