Stand Here Alone Novels & Stories

Also, the way we would act like we needed no one but once when showed a little bit of love and support, instead of holding on to our toughness, we break apart. “Should I show you something cool?” “I'm not sure ‘something cool’ is what I need right now, in fact, no offense but I'll like to be alone right now.” “I don't think you know what you need.” “What are you, my father?” He kept mute but his pretty boy smile never left his face. “I am only trying to brighten your mood, I don't like seeing you this way at all.” “Me too, I don't like seeing me this way.”

Loud and pissy, bold enough to echo the room and be heard by many. “She’s sick… she’s alone and struggling and in her state of mind doesn’t know what she’s doing. Do you really think we should just up and leave her there? Ignore her? Disown her? Because if that’s what our pack does and stands for, then that’s a pack I don’t want to be a fucking part of…I don’t care what the fuck she has done, or who she has been…She is a Santo, and we do not leave our own to go alone, to be left behind, or pushed out!!... If it were one of you, would you like us to abandon you and turn away? Maybe I should start taking names!”

I leaned into his shoulder, listened to the steady thud of his heartbeat, and closed my eyes. In the dream I wasn't the girl killing herself in a basement studio anymore. I was dressed in silk, standing on the biggest stage in the world, applauded by everyone who mattered. And the man beside me, he wasn't going anywhere.

“Do you even have the strength for that? Even your own parents won’t support you.” I stepped closer, closing the distance between us until there was barely any space left. If he expected me to shrink back, he was about to be disappointed. Tilting my chin up, I met his gaze directly, refusing to let even a flicker of doubt show. “I would rather stand completely alone,” I stressed, punctuating each word, “than remain in the same house with you… and Camellia.” He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly as if I had just said something naive.

In truth, I was standing there seriously considering whether or not I should curse her for every ounce of suffering she had allowed to fall upon us. "Why are you standing here alone?" Jamie’s deep voice rang out quietly from the shadows behind me. I did not turn around to look at him, keeping my eyes locked on the cold stone face of the goddess. "I have always been alone," I replied softly, my voice completely flat and drained of all feelings. Jamie walked up beside me, his tall frame blocking out the cold draught blowing in from the open archway. The moment he stepped close, I took two deliberate steps to the side, widening the gap between us.

Each step toward the stand feels like a journey through quicksand, my heart racing as I approach the place where I must lay bare my truth. The stand looms ahead, a symbol of both vulnerability and strength, and as I finally take my position, I remind myself that this is my moment to speak out, to reclaim my story amidst the swirling chaos of accusations.

My mate and beauty was standing out alone in the veranda, staring into space, as she got lost in her thoughts. She didn’t even know how much courage it took me to come and face her after what she said. She didn’t understand how ungrateful she made me feel to what I had. I had a family by my side, regardless of the mistakes that have happened, and regardless of whatever lies or secrets, I at least knew that I could go somewhere if I needed it. I just realized that she literally had no one, and that alone broke me more than I could express.

“I chose him.” “And now you don’t have that choice.” The words hit harder than anything else. Because they strip everything down to one truth. He’s not here. And I am. Alone. My hands curl into fists. Trembling. Not weak. Not helpless. Something else. Something darker. “I’m still here,” I whisper. “Yes.” “I’m still standing.” Barely. “But I am.” The space responds. Subtly. Like it’s listening. Like it’s waiting.

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Not even Mother. And then he was gone. They all left. And I was alone. Just me. Standing there. Wet, cold, and abandoned, like I was the most insignificant person in the world.