Pining Over Someone Novels & Stories

My dearest Hyacinth, In the garden of my thoughts, where shadows bloom and whispers linger, I find myself ensnared by the thorny vines of despair. Hyacinth, my dearest, if only your heart could perceive the anguish that courses through mine as I witness his embrace around you. It is a sight that rends my soul, a cruel symphony of longing and torment.

His fingertips tapped impatiently on the table, a restless rhythm born from the fear of losing her. Minutes stretched like an eternity, but finally, the phone flickered back to life. Without wasting a second, he dialed Arlet’s number, his heart pounding in his chest. The ringtone pierced the silence, each sound carrying the weight of his longing, but there was no response from the other end. Frantically, he checked his call log, only to discover that Arlet had tried reaching out to him multiple times the previous evening. Regret and worry twisted in his gut as he cursed himself for being oblivious to her efforts.

Some people like me, where only few and we just expect the moon without hoping to meet our mates tonight. “ oh my god it’s almost time!” Jane screams as she squeezes into the guy’s chest, who is standing so close to her like he’s about to kiss her. “ Few minutes guys!” Cora screams, she’s also standing beside a guy who couldn’t tear his eyes off her lips. It makes it so obvious for me that I’m lonely and I do not have my mate here. Well, I don’t think I’m affect at all because I don’t expect to find my mate here tonight.

As I gazed out into the darkness, a pang of longing pierced my heart, and I realized just how much I missed Aiden. The ache of his absence gnawed at me, reminding me of the void in my life now. With trembling hands, I reached for my phone, desperate to hear his voice, to feel his presence, if only for a moment. Dialing his number, I held my breath, hoping against hope that he would pick up. But each ring went unanswered, stretching into eternity until finally, the line went dead. Frustration and disappointment welled up inside me, threatening to consume me whole. With a heavy heart, I set my phone aside, trying to bite back my sobs.

During and after every training session, I hunt for Phantom, desperate for even the briefest glimpse. Pathetic, I know. His absence convinces me he’s either out of town or simply excels at avoiding me. By Wednesday morning, the ache of missing him gnaws so deep I’m certain I’m going berserk. He haunts my dreams almost nightly, and in daylight every face I see blurs into his. I wonder if girls normally pine for boys who don’t want them, or if this cruel insanity is mine alone.

Three. The ringing seemed to mock me, each unanswered ring a nail in the coffin of my hope. I called again, and again, and each attempt met with the same hollow silence. Tears pricked my eyes, blurring the city lights outside my window. Was this it? Was I doomed to watch our love story fade into memory, forever haunted by the picture of what could have been? Desperate, I sent a message, a plea poured out into the digital void. "Leo, it's me. Please, just talk to me."

so I had. It didn't matter where I went, what I did, my thoughts always turned to Gray. Every time I set foot outside, I hoped I'd run into him, and I prayed for a glimpse of him. I begged God for one more day with him, one more chance to be what he needed me to be. Every couple I saw together had set off the waterworks. Each time my phone rang, I hoped it was him, only to be let down when I saw the caller ID-same thing with texts. I dreamed about him, wrote him unsent letters, and basically, I obsessed quietly. Nothing made sense without him, and there was a gaping hole in my being. Without him, I didn't feel complete. Thinking about it caused tightness in my chest and a wave of panic that

I am feeling a certain someone. Close.

Why was the Moon Goddness even doing this to me? “Do you think that you are the only being affected by this?” She asked, giving me an offended look. “I smelled your scent from far away, and my heart was pounding like crazy. I thought I was going to have a panic attack, and right now, I am feeling so much stuffiness in my chest. I don't want to feel this way about someone who is pining over another.” “Pining?” I snarled. Yes, I pined for her. I yearned for Olivia's scent, for her smile, for her happiness, but all of that was gone. I would never have her again by my side.

In order to see the aurora with Alexander, I began planning a year in advance. Alexander and my adopted sister had already left me behind and gone to the destination ahead of time. When I arrived, no one answered the phone. I waited for ten hours before he finally returned my call. On the phone, Evelyn laughed excitedly, "Diana! I've already explored this entire city. Alex is so mature and charming—he planned everything in advance. I'm having such a wonderful time!" She chattered away, sharing her experiences, while Alexander occasionally play along to add details. The two of them had spent the holiday blissfully together like a pair of lovebirds. It was as if neither of them had noticed o