Pining Over Someone นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Not without Mom here to pull me out of it. Even though I’m not sleeping in the main house anymore, most nights I still opened the cabin door to check and see if she was on the other side. If we did have the sixth sense to feel each other, it seemed to be broken. She couldn’t feel how broken I was. She didn’t know how much I begged her to be on the other side of my door when I pulled it open in the middle of each night, how much I needed her and how much I hated it. Pippa sings along to a Nash Pierce song that’s been severely overplayed. I don’t know how she likes anything he releases, but she and Mare have been obsessed with him since they were teenagers, and he was still part of some silly

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.

Restlessly, Thorian gazed at the ceiling, his phone clutched in hand, a silent yearning for a message that seemed elusive. “Why hasn’t she bothered to text me yet? Does she not care about me?” Thorian pondered, his thoughts echoing in the stillness of his room. His phone buzzed intermittently, a fleeting moment of hope that quickly turned to disappointment as he realized the messages weren’t from Ashley. In frustration, he tossed his phone aside, yearning for a reprieve from the incessant distractions.

“I’m just… confused.” “Confused,” she echoed, deadpan. “Girl, you’re pining.” “I am not pining,” I argued. I wasn’t some sex-starved or sex-obsessed woman that I’d be pining over some dick. “You literally just sighed like a widow when you said his name five minutes ago.”