Pining Over Someone Novels & Stories

Lila waited up for Levi to come pick her up, as they had made dinner plans together, but he was not showing up. She felt a bit of a tug in her chest; she was sad that he did not make it, and she called several times, hoping he would return her calls when he got it, but all of it went straight to voicemail, and he was not getting the calls. This made her disappointed, and she kept sending texts hoping he would respond and tell her that he was okay.

Her absence is a void I can’t seem to fill, no matter how hard I try. I also find myself visiting the tranquil spot she once depicted in a painting she gifted me. It’s a peaceful haven, a place where I can feel connected to her even when she’s not there. I’ve spent countless hours there, hoping she might appear, but the solitude only deepens my longing.

Would he feel the void that would be left behind if our paths were never to cross again? In my mind's eye, I picture their happiness together, the joy they would share as a mated pair. It's a bittersweet image, one that fills me with both longing and despair. I can't help but wonder if I'll ever find such happiness with someone else, or if my heart will forever be marked by this unrequited love.

“Today’s class is not that bad.” Knowing our position by the corner would be an appropriate shield, I rested my cheek on my palm and turned towards her. “Do you think people constantly seek out troubles for themselves? Like when one is solved they move on to creating the next?” She laughed softly. “You laugh, but I’m dead serious,” I said. “Are you talking about yourself? What ‘next trouble’ are you spinning?” she whispered back. I shook my head to end the conversation and turned back to my notes. Yeah, my new trouble is called Pining over a man

It left me feeling less than human, a mere husk of a man undeserving of her love, care, and presence. The pain of her absence was a constant agony, a relentless torture that quickly left me wishing for oblivion, for an end to the unbearable consciousness of my own existence. As my release day loomed, my desperation reached its peak. I sent a bombardment of messages to Penelope, each a combination of apologies and pleas for her to come back, for any sign that I hadn't completely destroyed everything between us. The silence from her end was deafening. Each read but ignored message confirming my worst fears.

It's a feeling I've tried to shake off countless times, but tonight it seems to cling to me like a shadow. I try to push away the gnawing sense of disappointment that is beginning to consume me, but it's no use. I've walked for what seems like hours around the pack, trying to catch a glimpse of anyone who might be my mate, but it's all been in vain. The scent I've been searching for is nowhere to be found.

Nath asked, rubbing his eyes with his right first two fingers. "A while ago. What's wrong with you? You can tell me. You have been like this recently. You're just moody," she pointed out with concern. "I'm okay, Nester. It's — okay," he falsely admitted. "No, it's not okay and we both know that," his P. A insisted and sat before him since her boss didn't mind friendly gestures. "I will tell you if you promise to help." She nodded. "The truth is that I have been searching for someone very special to me and all my effort to find the person is proving fruitless. I don't know what else to do," Nath explained, almost in tears.

Two weeks have passed, and time feels like a cruel illusion for Noah. Days pass into nights, marked only by the relentless ringing of his phone or the ping of a new message. Each sound sends his heart racing, a flicker of hope that this time—maybe this time—it’s about Sienna. But every call, every lead, every supposed sighting ends in the same place: nowhere. The disappointment ears him up, hollowing him out.

When I come home from work exhausted, there is no one to greet me; when I am scared after having nightmares at night, no one will put my head on his chest. Harsh never tires of complimenting my cooking, but today I consider that meal to be the most pointless thing in the world, and Ankur is the only one who truly understands my feelings. I always keep my family out of my life, but I update them from time to time about my accomplishments.

I miss him. I have an aching lonely pining inside of me today and I know it’s partly because I need an Arry hug. I want to hear his voice, rest my head against that strong heartbeat and catch my breath. I made a mistake in asking him to go but the lack of texts or calls from him have hurt me. There has been nothing at all. Not even one text to ask if I am okay and it’s not like him. I wonder if he is still mad at me, still wounded and sulking.