Stand Here Alone Novels & Stories

“May the Great Gods grant you their mercy.” As he left, I stood alone, determination burning bright despite the shadows that loomed ahead.

Not even to Nanny. I’m all alone in this whole world.

I confidently stride down back to the room filled with a lot of guest only one thing came to my mind as they all quietly talked to each other while I stood a distance watching everyone, they remind me when I was forced to go to all of my uncle's shitty event, their rich fake smiles and stuck up status.

With Ava … This is the first morning in a very long time that I wake up alone. The view from up here is absolutely amazing, it is kind of sad that I cannot share it with someone by my side. This is also the most alone I have been in a very long time too. There is a big part of me that just want to phone him but I know that I should be strong and not give in so easily to him. If things are meant to be then they will be.

Ayla sat frozen long after the file was shut, her hands pressed flat against the leather as if pinning it down might also anchor the storm tearing through her chest. The silence in the room swelled until it roared in her ears. Alone. The word repeated like a hammer strike, sharp and merciless. It reverberated through her bones until she could almost hear the echo in her blood. Alone meant no cover, no fallback, no eyes on her back when everything went to hell—as it inevitably would.

Please. But I don't call. Because some decisions have to be made alone. Even when alone feels like falling. Especially then.

A might-have-been. We see ourselves. Separate. Whole. Not entwined by magic or need. I am standing, my own power a quiet, steady hum around me, my shoulders straight, my eyes clear and calm. He is beside me, but not touching. His own energy is his own, contained, powerful. We are not looking at each other. We are looking out at a horizon, back-to-back, content. Complete. Alone, but not lonely. Individuals. At peace. The image lasts a fraction of a second. It is the most beautiful, the most devastating thing I have ever seen.

Leora said softly. His voice was rough, distant. “Can’t. Not until I know who sold us out.” “You’re burning yourself out.” He didn’t respond. Didn’t turn. Just stood there, tense, like the weight of the world was pressing down on his shoulders and he was daring it to crush him. “You don’t have to do this alone,” she added, stepping forward. “That’s exactly how I have to do it,” he said sharply. “Alone is how I’ve survived.”

“I want to be alone. Get away from me.” My voice cracked, breaking into an ugly sob. “I want to be alone… please… leave me alone… leave me… alone.”

And I’m standing in the center. Waiting for the next take. Forever.