I Hate Sleeping Alone นิยาย & เรื่องราว

, I asked, hypothetically of course, just wondering where he was trying to land me. "On the ground, see I'm being nice", he said as he opened the rest of the curtains, and the last remaining sunlight hit the beautiful flooring and fixtures in the house. "And now where are you going to sleep?", I asked him, hoping he wouldn't sleep with me. It would make it awfully uncomfortable, I could never sleep with someone else. It was a painful experience for me, all those times Natalie wanted to have sleepovers I would either be pretending the whole night or I would say no. I needed to be alone when the night came, I was embarrassed by the nightmares that came every night startling me awake. That's wh

Ruby’s POV I'm disappointed when I wake up all alone on my bed. The bed feels weirdly cold without my men in it. it's hilarious though because I've been sleeping all alone on my bed since I was a little girl. I always wanted to decorate my own room with dolls and staff so mum had to let me be own my own. Now my room seems so empty.

Once again. — So, you're leaving me to sleep alone tonight, is that it? I said with a hint of amusement mixed with slight weariness. Isabella shrugged, a mischievous smile on her lips. — You should find yourself a boyfriend, my dear. That way, you'll never have to sleep alone again. I let out an ironic laugh. — Yeah, right... The truth is, I liked being alone. I loved the tranquility of my apartment when Isabella wasn't there. But at the same time... sometimes, her absence weighed on me.

I am nothing but pain and suffering and she is peace and comfort. “Good thing you wised up,” I tell her. “Monsters don’t get to be loved.” She looks back out at the sunset, saying nothing as she plays with a small twig in her hands. I want to move closer, to sit where my leg will rest against hers or my hand may gently brush her skin. I used to think living alone was the hardest thing I could ever do. Now I know it’s choosing to be alone when someone wants you, and you want them too.

“It’s getting worse, but I am managing at least. I am not sure what to do about it. At some point, I know it’s going to get unbearable.” “Well, having sex with someone else would help part of that.” She shrugged like it was no big deal on the whole thing. “Sex got me into this mess! I am not about to jump into bed because a good lay will help me feel better.” I criticize her for hating the idea of sleeping with someone to make the loneliness disappear.

“See? I knew I could trust you!” I told her and she laughed. “Don’t trust me yet, she might hate the surprise and might beat you up with your guitar!” What’s Jasmine without a little bit of pessimistic thoughts? “She will love it! Thank you for the advice. Also, talk to your mate, it’s not fun to sleep alone after knowing what it feels like to sleep next to someone.” I told her. “Speaking from experience?” I nodded. “You already know Danielle and I used to argue before when we first got together. Well, the first one was bad, and sleeping alone on my bed after sharing it with her was bad. I couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t stop thinking about her. I hated the feeling! Never again!”

I asked, trying to focus on something other than how badly I wanted to touch her. She sighed. "I have this thing. Alone-phobia, I guess you'd call it. Sometimes I just can't handle being alone in the dark. Makes me anxious." "Seriously?" "Yeah." She laughed softly. "Stupid, right? I act all wild and confident, but I'm scared of sleeping alone." Despite everything, I smiled. "It's not stupid." "Thanks, cuz." We lay there in silence for a moment. "Just relax and go to sleep," I said finally. "I'm here."

Just resignation. "Do you remember why you hate sleeping alone? Are you scared of ghosts or something?" I asked, trying to clear my mind. There was a long pause before she answered me. "I shared a room with my mom for a long time… two little beds, side by side. The night I came home from the hospital after she died, I had to sleep alone for the first time. My favorite dream was waking up and seeing her in the bed next to mine, smiling at me and telling me it was just a bad dream. But then I'd really wake up, and she wasn't there. She'll never be there again…"

It makes me feel so vulnerable. Being alone also means being stuck with my dark thoughts. What if my family is here? What will they do after not seeing me for five years? They may not have been here physically but they've disrupted my sleep almost every night I've been away from them. I don't think I could handle seeing them again. I'd rather die than be tortured for not doing the smallest things. I can't do that again. I won't do that again.

He asked, urging me to reply. Sighing, I slowly stood up and faced him, crossing my hands. “I do hate you, but I want to do this. Not for you, but for myself. It's maddening every time, and everyday I wake up to realize that I am utterly alone. No siblings, family, friends, or even a lover. Why not end the ordeal?” I raised a brow as I inquired.