I Think I Am Alone Now Novels & Stories

“She used to be... alive. Wild. Funny. Before.” I stiffen. He is still talking about me. He shifts again, arm tightening around my waist, as if his body’s remembering something even if his mind’s already floating. “She’s all alone now,” he sighs. “I feel bad for her.” Then, silence. A breath. A soft snore. He’s gone. I stare at the ceiling, blinking fast, trying to hold it in, but the tears slip free. He’s right. I am alone. Once hailed, now forgotten. Once brilliant, now broken.

he's gone. Leaving me shattered. I wail, realizing that I'm alone now. It takes me a while to scan the surroundings, where this area seems limitless. There's no one around except me. No. The feeling of being alone is truly torturous. One by one, they find their happiness while I? I sit among the crushed flowers, devastated. "Ai?"

He is right I'm not good brother for him, I felt alone till I feel so cold Few seconds and I zoned out To be continued...

"Do you think people just walk and walk through life, only to realize at some unknown point that they are completely alone?" After thinking for a moment, I started laughing again: "Well, isn't that pretty good too? "Like right now, I only have to worry about Paigey. Being all alone means that when it's my time to go, at least I won't have so many attachments holding me back, right?"

Completely alone. I sank onto the couch, clutching the test like a lifeline. I could not move. I could not speak. I could not think beyond the storm inside my head. I felt trapped by my own thoughts, by the absence of the man who had consumed my mind, by the reality of what I now faced alone.

Even the woman in the far corner has someone, a friend, maybe scrolling through her phone but still close enough to lean into when needed. I swallow hard as my chest tightens in a way that has nothing to do with the situation and everything to do with the fact that I am sitting here by myself. No one is holding my hand. No one asking if I’m okay. No one telling me I don’t have to go through this alone. Because I am alone. A small, bitter laugh almost escapes me, but I swallow it down. Of course I am, Why would today be any different? My hand slowly drifts to my stomach.

“I feel like I’m breaking apart, Ingrid.” She gently squeezed my hand. “It’ll be okay. I’m here. Adrian’s here. You’re not alone.” I laughed bitterly. “That’s the problem. I am STILL alone. There’s no one I can talk to that can help me with this. I don’t even know who I am anymore. And the one person I want to be with—I might not be allowed to.” Ingrid flinched, and for a moment I saw something flicker in her eyes. Guilt. Pain.

Not knowing if I'd make the same mistakes again. Not knowing if I've learned anything at all. Just knowing that I'm alone. And it's entirely my own fault.

And it tears me apart. — "You know, my love…" I whisper to my son. "Mommy… she's all alone now. But don't worry, okay… I'll hold on. For you." My voice trembles. I hate myself for being so weak. But it's the truth. I'm alone. And no one will knock on that door.

I said, taking a step back as I let his hand go, feeling like something just tore from inside of me, feeling like I was completely alone in this world. Then again, I always was alone, but I always knew that maybe holding on to a few things meant that I had somewhere to go back to. This time. I felt like I was completely drained by myself and with nothing to hold onto. I was just alone. “This does not have to be this way, sister.”