I Hate Sleeping Alone Novels & Stories

I promised to give Armani a child—not a family. But Noah isn’t the only reason my chest feels tight. Now that he’s gone, there’s nothing standing between me and the one thing I’ve been desperately trying to avoid: sleeping alone with Armani. A shiver runs down my spine as I step into my closet, pulling my pajamas from the neatly folded pile. Stop it. It’s just one night. It’s just sleep. It doesn’t have to mean anything. Except I know it will.

Chapter : one Since I'm 5 yrs, I always heard adults saying "nobody love walking alone, even problem don't visit people alone. They always move in group". Half of the world population don't understand the meaning of those words, I/4 can't write nor read, so only 1/4 understand. because if you've never experienced it, you would never understand. For example, This month I've lost everything that really matters to me, I know it suck to be alone or be surrounded but feel lonely. I've ended my education due to fund, I've lost my friends and family members and I am sick and tire being manipulated by those I trust. I thought I had friends, oncles and cousin. It was only my imagination, they were a

"But you came back." "I came back." I press a kiss to her hair. "I don't know why." "Yes, you do." I'm quiet for a moment. "Because I didn't want to be alone anymore." --- The words hang in the air. Alone. I've spent my whole life telling myself that alone was better. Safer. Easier. No one to disappoint, no one to disappoint me. Just me and my lies and the open road. But alone is also empty. And I'm tired of being empty.

MIA W hen I wake up alone for the fourth night in a row, I can’t pretend I don’t know it anymore. I guess some people in the world can sleep solidly. They get into bed, they close their eyes, they fall asleep, and they don’t wake up again until their alarm goes off. Or, even weirder, they get up on their own. Psychos.

I quickly throw in some short and a t-shirt. “My parents haven’t been around for the past two days now, damn I even got startled by my own shadows. I love the fact that I’m having the house to myself but I also hate it that I’m all alone and school has ended. Lucky me! Invite Betty for a sleep over? No way that bitch will be under Annie’s thighs now if I’m guessing right. I think I need to go and get myself something to eat before I pass out, I mean, just look at the brighter side of it. “Tomorrow” yeah, think about tomorrow and not the fact that you are home alone in a four bedroom house.

I'm afraid for that to happen so might as well push myself to loneliness than to have someone that'll hug me in this world full of arrows that can kill all of us. I can't take seeing them suffer and that's why I prefer myself this way; fighting alone though waves of hardships are striking me and trying to take me down. I don't wanna be selfish that's why I'm not dreaming of being a mother and a wife anymore though I wished to have one before. I mean it's everybody's dream and I'm not excluded from that. But thankfully, I've realized this and just dumped those wishes of mine.

"Where do you want to sleep?" "With Kriti? She looks amazing." Chuckling at her glared face, I leaned my head to her height. "A place I missed for past three months. I wish we were living together." "We can do it," She whispered lightly. "I hate this place." She gazed around her room, a sad sigh leaving her lips. "It's too lonely. I'm too alone in my flashbacks and nightmares." She traced the figures on her pajamas. "But I'm scared."

They could only blame themselves for being loved at the beginning and being dizzy by those sweet words. It's time to sleep. Don't think too much. It's useless to think too much. She picked up the remote control, turned off the TV, simply packed up the things on the table, stood up and walked into the room. Lying on the bed, she opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling with empty eyes. After a long time, she fell asleep. Recently, she was afraid of being lonely and sleeping alone. Sometimes, she would be awakened by some noise outside, so she dared not fall asleep until the table lamp was on.

When I finally managed to fall asleep, I was plagued by a terrifying nightmare that left me feeling shaken and disturbed. It's a feeling that I wouldn't wish on anyone. The fear of the unknown can be paralyzing, and it's something that I struggle with regularly. Knowing that I was more than just being alone in this and that there was a chance that nobody would ever be with me made me feel even worse.

Because I already had. I walked out of the room, the sound of my name still echoing from the televisions behind me. The world can hate me. My family could turn their backs. The news can crucify me for all I care. But none of that hurt as much as knowing Aria was sleeping somewhere else tonight… safe in another man’s arms. And still... I loved her. Even if loving her meant standing alone. I'll do anything, I just want her to do nothing else.