I Think I Am Alone Now Novels & Stories

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 needed to focus on protecting the only place that brought some joy to my life. "It's just us alone now," I whispered to myself.

“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.

The nights when I'd had everything and nothing. "Yes," I said. "It's true. I was alone." "But not now." "No. Not now." Leo leaned against me. "Good." I kissed the top of his head. "Good."

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.

No one who would understand. I was completely alone.

Not even to Nanny. I’m all alone in this whole world.

“I work alone.” “Not anymore.”

‘So, you’re here alone. I rolled my eyes so hard I saw my own brain. ‘In case your billionaire powers of observation have failed you, Portia and Josh are down there. They’re fully formed human beings. I’m not marooned on a desert island.’ ‘You know what I mean.’ I sighed. ‘Fine. If you mean, am I here alone, unattached, tragically single, a pathetic singleton surrounded by a sea of Valentine’s couples, then yes. Congratulations on your deduction. I am alone. Are you happy now?’