Solitude In A Sentence Novels & Stories

Nakahiga siya sa may dalampasigan habang nakaunan sa mga braso niya habang nakapikit at ninanamnam ang lamig na dala ng hangin. Alam niyang naghihintay na ngayon ang asawa niya sa bahay nila pero kailangan niyang mag-isa muna dahil umataki na naman ang loneliness feeling niya. Ayaw niyang makita nito ang pagiging miserable niya sa tuwing maalala ang mga kaibigan na hanggang ngayon hindi pa rin niya makita.

Nearby, a parent bonded with their children, who were running playfully while being chased. I noticed a couple sitting on a bench; the girl was pregnant, and I couldn’t help but smile when the guy knelt and kissed his wife's womb. My gaze shifted as a bitter taste began to linger on my tongue. I observed those who walked alone—like me. I couldn't help but wonder about the stories of the many people around me. Some were solitary, while others had companions. Each person in the plaza seemed to be fighting their struggles. Silent battles are known only to them. They carried invisible burdens on their backs. It dawned on me that peace often feels elusive in this chaotic society and cruel world.

Na isip nya. She is feeling hopeless. Mukhang maghahatid pa siya ng lalaking to sa unit nya. Nagpalinga linga pa si Solenn to check na baka meron pang ibang bisita sa lugar. Unfortunately wala. Muli naman iniikot ni Solenn ang paningin sa kabuuan ng lugar. She was trying to figure things out.

“The more you push her, the more she’ll run. Let her go… and maybe you’ll see who’s really meant for you.” Her words slithered into his ears like poison. Mia’s Solitude That night, sa bagong apartment, Mia cooked a simple meal instant noodles and fried egg. First dinner alone. She sat by the window, watching the city lights. A part of her felt free, pero may parte rin na parang hollow. She touched her stomach unconsciously, remembering the child she once lost… and the child she once bore in pain. Her heart ached. “Kaya ko ‘to,” she whispered. “For myself. For my peace.”

sagot ni Mariel, nilalagay ang coat sa balikat niya. Tumawa si Billie, mahina pero totoo. “You always find a way to make solitude sound tragic.” “And you always find a way to make it look poetic.” Nagkatinginan sila — sandaling tahimik, puno ng hindi sinasabi ng damdamin.

Ito ay labanan ng katotohanan laban sa paghihiganti, ng pagmamahal laban sa galit na matagal nang nakabaon. Sa sandaling iyon, nakita ko mula sa di-kalayuan ang anino ng isang tao na nakasilip sa likod ng bakod ng aming kapitbahay. Mataas ang tindig, nakasuot ng magarang damit, at ang tingin ay matalim at puno ng poot. Si Donya Soledad. Nakita ko ang kanyang mga mata na nagliliyab habang nakatingin sa aming yakapan. Alam kong narinig niya ang bahagi ng aming usapan, o marahil ay naramdaman niya lamang ang katatagan na ipinapakita ng kanyang anak—isang katatagan na hindi niya kailanman nakita sa kanya noon pa man.

Napahawak ako ng mahigpit sa aking palda. I gritted my teeth. "Ma'am, wala naman po sigurong problema kung tahimik po akong tao at wala pong kaibigan. Gusto ko po na walang gumagambala sa akin. I'm always alone and I'm used to it." "Arielle, you're not alone. Ikaw lang ang nag-iisip niyan. You're locking yourself out. You think na tinalikuran ka na ng lahat ng tao, that everyone around will betray you."

Simple. Unavoidable. I exhaled slowly. Of course. Always us. The empire had become background noise now. The syndicates. The threats. The enemies. All of it felt distant. Muted. As if the world outside our walls had finally accepted that we no longer belonged to it in the same way. What remained was worse. Ourselves. “I hate how quiet everything is becoming,” I admitted. His eyes softened slightly. “Why?” Because it leaves too much space for thinking.

May ibang mabilis na naglalakad, habang may iba namang mukha lang namamasyal dahil sa bagal ng kanilang bawat hakbang. Nakatatawang isipin na sa rami ng mga nakakasabay at nakakasalubong kong mga tao, pakiramdam ko ay mag-isa pa rin ako. I still feel so lonely and alone. The sun is up, yet I still feel gloomy. I feel like I am the loneliest person ever alive. “Symphony, please… magsalita ka naman…” The call’s loudspeaker is on. Kahit na hindi na nakatapat sa tainga ko ang cellphone ay rinig ko pa rin siya.

He was giving all his focus unto it, and my heart is melting at his tiny actions. Parang noong isang araw lang ay panay ako iyak. I can be strong in front of other people, but I’m weak when I’m alone. Dahil sa mga panahong mag-isa ako -- doon lang, alam kong walang mag-iisip ng masama tungkol sa akin. Kapag mag-isa ako ay napapanatag ako ng sobra. This is my first time being at peace even when someone is with me.