I Think I Am Alone Now Novels & Stories

I said, my voice barely above a whisper. His face fell. “I’m sorry—” “I know you are,” I interrupted gently. “But sorry doesn’t undo the feeling. It doesn’t erase the moment where I’m standing here… alone… wondering if I’ve been left again.” Again. The word hung between us, thick with history I rarely spoke about but always carried. “I don’t really have anyone else in this world,” I admitted, the vulnerability in the confession making my chest tighten. “Not in the way that matters. Not in the way that stays.”

"I did it. I gave you what you asked. She's gone, you're avenged. I hope you're at peace now." The silence of the cave was the reply I got back. As if telling me that I was truly alone now. I reminded myself that I still had Irene. Even though I still had Irene, it still felt like I was alone. She's the one I live for now, the only one I can remember and still smile. Apart from her, nothing else in this world matters henceforth. I tilted my head backward, letting the tears flow freely. I couldn't tell if I was crying for them or for myself. Maybe it was for all of us.

His voice was softer now, careful. But I let out a bitter laugh. “Ethan, I’ve been doing this alone for a long time.” And it was true, wasn’t it? Every battle, every time I clawed my way out of the mess others dragged me into—I was always the one standing alone in the end. Father’s voice still rang in my head, sharp and unforgiving. This is the final straw. I clenched my fist, my nails digging into my palm. “I need to go,” I said, my voice flat. “I have a date to crash.”

And I don’t know what that means. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I don’t know who I am anymore. I just stand there, surrounded by celebration and noise, feeling completely alone.

Not even Mother. And then he was gone. They all left. And I was alone. Just me. Standing there. Wet, cold, and abandoned, like I was the most insignificant person in the world.

“I’m going to ask you again. Are you sure you want to do this with me?” “If I said no, I’d be lying.” “So, what else is bothering you?” My tears stream down my cheeks. I’ll be breaking promises I made to myself right now. “I don’t want to be left alone. It’s lonely. You’re right. I’m lonely.” “Anya.” He locks his gaze on mine. “You are not alone. At least not right now.” A leap of hope blossoms in my heart. “You’re only saying that now.”

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.

Like I just lost someone. I was close. I was so damn sure. But now I'm alone. With no hope. The light at the end of the tunnel no longer shines bright. Why me?

It's like I need to lock myself in my room too. It seems like everyone is just coming back. All the pain is coming back to me now and it only gets worse every time I think of Logan. "I-I'm so tired" I was just here in my room crying And as always... 'I feel alone'

I don’t need anyone. Just this moment. Just this fire. Just me. And I dance. Alone. Fierce. Unapologetic.