Kalau Ku Seorang Diri の小説・ストーリー

I say with certainty. Walking out of the ruins I make a smooth change into my wolf, galloping into the crisp morning air. One sentence repeating itself in my mind over and over: You are all alone. You are all alone. You will always be alone, and you deserve it. That is why they left you.

I Throw my hands out in frustration, the anger and pain building inside me. “God why can’t you see it? You claim to know who I am, who I want to be, well I call bullshit. Because if that were the case you would know that I am alone. As alone as they come and yes I have Melody and yes I sat with those kids at lunch freshman year but I have been alone my entire life. The only person I have always had was…” But I stop. I cover my hands over my mouth and my eyes go wide. ‘shit shit shit shit. Nessa what do I do?’ I call to her.

In fits and starts, I wrote about the quiet bitterness of those on the margins of society and the moments they were made to feel invisible. One day, I typed out, "In that lavish estate, all the applause and spotlight belonged to them. I was nothing more than a superfluous ornament—fit only to stand in the shadows and watch in silence." That post went viral without any warning. Within moments, tens of thousands of comments flooded in. Countless people wrote that my words mirrored their own feelings of being abandoned by their family. As I read those comments, I suddenly felt like crying. It wasn't because the post had gone viral, but because I finally realized just how many people out there w

I just felt small. Small, and breakable, and so very, very alone.

I always feel so alone and this makes me feel more so. It’s early hours, cold and wet, inhospitable really, and I am sat with all that I own in two holdalls in a place that isn’t the safest, with no one caring where I am or what happens to me. I am almost twenty-nine years old and I am invisible in the world. It’s pretty pitiful.

“You don’t have to do everything alone.” “I know,” I said. “But sometimes alone is the only way I remember who I am.” “You don’t have to be alone with me in the room to remember that,” he said. The words landed somewhere in my chest that made me flinch and smile at the same time. It was a small thread and we’d both started pulling it. I didn’t know if it would fray or hold. Right now, it existed, and that was enough. We walked out together into the wet air. The world hummed with its own life: cars, distant music, someone laughing too loud at a bar. For a moment, everything else fell away.

He smiled at her. "Hi, you are here by yourself?" Ander turned his back on her. She walked to where he stood and held the ray. "I am. There is nothing wrong with being alone," he said as a matter of factly. "I understand this perfectly because I do this a lot." "Yeah, there is this feeling you get when you are on your own, listening to yourself. It makes you think about your life." Ander commented and started tapping his feet. Kehlin watched him for a while.

I stepped away from all three of them, feeling more like an outcast than ever. "I can get ready myself," I whispered, but I knew they could hear. I felt all eyes on me, but I looked away, overwhelmed. "It's fine. Neila didn’t mean it. We don’t mind," Gamma Aria tried to say soothingly. "No, it’s not that." I was used to being by myself and helping myself. I didn’t need help—and I couldn’t let them see that I did. "Child," Elder Isolde called softly. "Please," I whispered again, desperate to be alone and away from people before I had to face a crowd—or else I would lose my mind and run.

Entah berapa lembar tisu yang sudah kuhabiskan untuk menyekanya. Baru terasa hampanya tanpa seorang suami. Ini adalah pertama kalinya aku menempuh perjalanan jauh sendirian setelah menikah. Sepi ... tapi aku harus membiasakan diri karena untuk seterusnya aku mungkin akan seperti ini. "Mbak, butuh tisue lagi?" Seorang laki-laki di sampingku menyodorkan tisue, mungkin tahu tisue yang kupegang tinggal selembar.

I felt alone and lost, but I was determined to fight this battle on my own. I hailed a cab and got into it, giving the driver the home address. I sat in the back seat, lost in thought. My mind was racing with worry and fear. I didn't know what to do or who to turn to for help. I felt alone and helpless, left to face my situation on my own.