I Was Sitting In The Corner Novels & Stories

They decided to stay overnight. It was very late, I don't know what time, but it was very dark. I stayed in the corner for a long time, while they sat around drinking beer and laughing loudly. I sat there for so many hours that I thought they might have forgotten about me. No one fell asleep, and I couldn't digest anything. I could only wait for the night to fall, and sit there in the dark corner, listening to the ticking time. But where it goes, I don't know.

I scanned the room quickly, then I saw her, sitting in the corner on a chair, she’d passed out, asleep, I sighed, let out the breath I’d been holding, when I was looking away, my eyes met with someone’s. I gasped immediately.

I wasn’t here to cry. I wasn’t here to remember. I was here to end something. The glass doors slid open, and a soft chime announced my arrival. Inside, the café was nearly empty — too early for crowds. Only soft jazz played in the background, and the faint scent of cinnamon drifted through the air. My eyes scanned the room. Then I saw her. Sitting at a corner booth. Back straight. Legs crossed. A polished smile on her face — one that didn’t reach her eyes.

“You really should stop sulking with my face, it makes me look—” I never got to compete that's sentence, because my heart skipped threw beats at the person sitting calmly in a corner. He was here!

His silence was louder than any confrontation. By the time lunch rolled around, my nerves were frayed. I usually sat at a table near the middle of the cafeteria with a couple of classmates, but today, I veered toward the far corner. A secluded spot, quieter, safer, or so I thought. I sat down with a small group of people I barely knew, forcing a smile and pretending to be part of their conversation. For a few blissful minutes, I started to believe maybe I’d managed to shake him. Then the air shifted.

There were people in the chairs and families it was even more cosier. The door started making noise and the loud voices came again. God these guys!! I watched as the people who were sitting in that corner got arranged and were moved to another table.. The 4 boys with that woman sat there in the corner and started ordering. Woow so they were redulars there, even the people moved for them. It must be nice being them. One of them moved from there and I was so shocked when he came to stand in front of me. "hello..." he said and I took a sip on my glass before responding, "hi...?"

I have to confirm this myself. "No, no! We can talk here," I said then sat in front of the cupboard near the menu board. It's a good thing we were at a corner where the only thing to see here is the menu board. Ford carefully sat in front of me and clasped his hands together. I don't know if he felt nervous or scared about me initiating a conversation, but he looked like he was about to break a sweat any minute now.

They all froze at the sight. Me—sitting against the corner of the room, knees drawn up to my chest. The remains of my bed—destroyed.

The room was simply decorated; it was defiantly not the room of a Mafia Leader. Suddenly, I felt the presence of someone and I turned my gaze. In a corner of the room, a tall young man was sitting on a couch with a mask on his face and a cigarette held in his hand. I hardly controlled my senses. I now began to dominate; I realized that this was Adam.

Knox I sit alone at the far end of the dimly lit bar, tucked into a corner where no one is watching , and the outside world seems like a distant memory. The place isn’t crowded tonight, just a few people scattered around, nursing drinks, speaking in low murmurs that blend into the soft hum coming from hidden speakers. The stool beneath me is worn leather, cool against my back, but nothing about this spot offers any comfort. Tension coils tight in my shoulders, a knot that refuses to loosen.