Pining Over Someone Novels & Stories

So when they think that… I halt in my movements, my thumb hovering over the screen as I keep myself from typing in 'human beloved'. My heartbeats risk ripping a hole into my chest, and I let my phone fall, burying my face in my hands. What do I do? Do I ask him about it? Is that the reason why he wouldn’t mark me? I read about mates marking each other nearly immediately, so now I feel like a chick that has been waiting to get a ring for twenty years, only to find her boyfriend’s dating profile.

“Why do the best things and worst things seem to happen together?” Jay mirrors my sigh. “Flint will return with answers or solutions, no matter what he has to do to get them.” “I know,” I say. “That’s what I’m afraid of.” Longing has been my constant companion today. “If you hear from him, tell him I miss him.” Jay’s lips purse together. “I’ll be out here talking to my wife. This shit you two are going through right now makes me miss her more than normal.”

Yet, as his eyes remain shut, his mind wanders to a distant memory, a fleeting glimpse of a love that could never be. His heart aches with a longing that refuses to subside, a bittersweet yearning for someone who is forever out of reach. He recalls the laughter, the whispers, and the tender touches that now taunt him with their absence. The memories swirl like a maelstrom, a vortex of emotions that threaten to consume him whole.

Of course, there's always work to be done though. As I watch my messages, waiting for a notification to pop up, I realize that I'm behaving like a tragically lovesick puppy. Why does it feel like it matters this time? Even if she doesn't actually respond, nothing in my life really changes. So why am I waiting like there’s nothing I’d rather be doing right now? I set my phone down on the bed next to me and fluff up my pillow until I’m sitting mostly upright again.

Sage's Pov I stared at my phone, the silence of the apartment amplifying the ringing in my ears. I felt a familiar pang of loneliness, a gnawing feeling of being overlooked, of being a pawn in some grander social scheme. It was always about appearances, about what was expected and never truly about how I felt or what I wanted.

Without that, everything felt incomplete, like reaching for something just out of grasp. I picked up my phone and tried again, pressing it tightly to my ear as I dialed Nic’s number. The familiar ring echoed through the silence, only to end the same way—unanswered. My heart sank with each failed call. I whispered to myself to stay calm, but tears stung my eyes. I missed him fiercely—his touch, his embrace, the way he made me feel untouchable. Without him, the bed was too big, too cold, and each passing moment made the ache sharper. I held the phone to my chest, closing my eyes, wishing it were him instead.

he uses his hand to slap his forehead "Just how hopeless can you be, you know I can't, I just can't any more honey" he walks out "Drama Queen" sighs, usually I would take pictures of my outfits then Frankie would help me pick the one, I miss her, time for me to get this over with ___________Mike texted where we should meet, I didn't want to do this, there are better ways for me to spend my weekends The saddest thing right now is that am the one who's waiting for him, and I can't order anything since I can't eat anything

But hey, if you all believe in their love, that's cool too. TEVIEForever: OMG we need more mods here! All kinds of trolls rolling in UnoCuchono6: Look at them cowering now…she thought she could destroy their love with that pathetic attempt I closed the chatroom, feeling a mixture of frustration and sadness. It was disheartening to see how deeply entrenched the belief in our imaginary romance had become. Their passion wasn’t as unsettling as Linda’s had been, but it was a parasocial nightmare nonetheless.

‘Amy and I didn’t find our fated mates. My heart breaks for her. I know how badly she wants to have a fated mate- she’s always believed it would be a possibility despite the plague. Seeing Daya, Emmy, and so many others over the last few months find their mates, I worry Pearl has gotten her hopes too high.

We were about to embark on an adventure together, one that might just bring us closer and help me find the words to express the feelings that were growing stronger with each passing day. I sat in my living room, scrolling through social media on my laptop, half-heartedly glancing at posts from friends and acquaintances. The screen was filled with images of vacations, celebrations, and personal achievements, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. It seemed like everyone around me was moving forward, while I was stuck in a cycle of uncertainty and heartache.