Novel & Cerita Lonely Opposite

I never considered myself a lonely person. Eric and Laura have always been there for me, as have Julian and my father. But this Friday, when I find myself without the people who, for years, have been my pillars, I feel loneliness creeping up on me like a shadow, enveloping me in a cold embrace. Even my apartment feels empty and cold without Daddy's radiant presence, who's traveling for work and isn't expected back yet.

The vibrant depths of her blue eyes, usually alive with playful spirit, clouded momentarily, revealing a world of loneliness veiled beneath her strength. “I’m an orphan,” Luna revealed, her voice low and tremulous, laden with the uncomfortable reality of her existence. “I've been surviving on my own for as long as I can remember.” The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, an invisible burden that Aria could feel pressing against her heart, compelling her to empathize with the wolf’s solitude.

Maybe it’s because I’ve not had friends since I was a teen and lost touch on what it’s like to have people to hang around with, I shrug, I am not sure, but the feeling is nice. I’m as lonely as the word lonely can get, I have nothing of extra value apart from my savings, which I managed to have from mostly my dad and hard work but other than that, I’m just an ordinary lady yet this man who seems to have everything is going through this ‘ordinary’ path to be with me.

His hands, once warmed by Arabella's skin, became cold the moment they let go of her warmth. The beautiful woman remained staring at the man for a few seconds, disappointed, but not surprised. Damon's back was turned, and all she could see was his dark hoodie, bathed in the city lights and the dim light of the room. "Remember that before you turn back, next time." ** NEXT DAY People do not know what loneliness means until they feel it. The empty feeling that no soul in the world is compatible with yours. The fear of not finding someone else, another feeling, another moment. The desire to be better, the inability to change.

I'd rather a death be quick and painless then of freaking starvation. I haven't been taken from my room in days. I wish I knew how long I've been here. Of course no one is probably looking. The only "friends" I had were the ones I worked with at the club. And my boss is probably pissed that I haven't shown up to work. So I'm never going to be found because no one is looking. Downsides of being a loner. If you ever get kidnapped, you're fucked.

she begged, pouting. “Fine, I’ll go” I groaned, caving in. “Yay!! Thank you!!” she cheered, tackling me in a huge bear hug. Or, should I say wolf hug? Lol. “You're welcome” I laughed. Truthfully, I actually would love to go out too. I guess for tonight I can push aside everything and just enjoy myself. Who knows? Maybe I’ll encounter something unexpected. Loneliness. It has been proven time and again that most human beings can’t handle being alone well. They need to be around their peers to be able to develop normally.

Liviana Castelli has always been a bit of a loner. She wasn't a loner, as in that she was always alone or that she enjoyed being by herself- in fact, she hated being alone. In her eyes, being lonely was one of the worst feelings one could ever feel. It was too sad, too depressing. And so she always made sure to have someone next to her. A sibling, a friend, a boyfriend- someone she could spend her time with. Someone to save her from herself.

Cassidy undoubtedly designed this dress just for herself, she had an awesome imagination and came up with incredibly beautiful designs. Audrey stared at her friend in awe and wished she was as beautiful and had as much confidence as her friend then maybe she wouldn't be so inexperienced with men. The last boyfriend she even had was in high school, and in college she spent all her time in her studies and doing her best to perfect the skills she would need for her career. Cass was always the sociable, outgoing one. While she was always the nerdy book worm. Maybe that's why they were such good friends they were the yin to the others yang.

The kind of cry that comes from the soul, not the throat. Peter held her like glass. His voice was hoarse, but he stayed strong. “Hey. You don’t have to cry like that. I’ll be coming to see you as often as I can. Every break I get, I’m there. You’ve got your laptop—I installed Skype myself. We’ll call every day if you want. You’re not alone, Ann. I got you, baby girl.” She shook harder. “But I’ll miss you, Pee. I don’t know anyone there. What if it’s lonely? What if I can’t—”

"What can Erin possibly say to keep him entertained by an inanimate object? I'm bored and it's been three minutes." He sat in silence, gentle breeze warm with humidity seeping into his virtually poreless skin. "Seriously, though, Erin. Wherever you are, hurry up. I've been bored, and...yeah." Lonely. It's a word that describes how no one is around you. Just like alone. Though, they don't necessarily mean the same thing. Alone; it felt more temporary, but something about the word lonely makes you feel as if no one was around to begin with. Uriel didn't feel lonely; he was alone. Currently, that is. Because, somewhere on the other side, Erin was gazing at the very Moon Uriel was, whispering th