You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense Novels & Stories

My parents both gone. “Look, I know this is all extremely new to you and believe me if I were you, I’d be scared too. But all I can tell you is this. You’re not alone. You have four wonderful mates who love and adore you and a friend who won’t let anything bad happen to you while he’s here.” “But I am alone. That’s the thing you guys don’t get. You guys don’t see the things I see when I’m alone.” “Then tell us. Let us in.”

then I gulped two more pills. I am alone... all alone... no family... no one to call as my own in this whole wide world... and then I gulped more pills... Tears and sobs were echoing in my empty house. I looked all around and I realized that I was all alone. I always will be... I have no one... then the walls started closing on me and I had only one thing to focus on... pills in my hand. I am feeling too much, I just need some more so I can stop feeling.

“I always do this. I always ruin things.” And then I cried harder. Because for the first time in a long while… I actually felt alone.

Maxiana I’m on the beach again, that beach of gems and calm, dark water. Black mist hangs all around me as I walk in no single direction, unsure if I’m going to step off the beach and into a vat of inky, black nothingness again. He’s not here this time. I’m not sure how I know, but I can just… feel that I’m alone. Horribly, inexplicitly alone. I’ve never been alone. Never. Not a single day in my life.

Why was I always the man she leaned on, but never the one she stayed for? I stare at my laptop screen again. Numbers. Words. Deadlines. None of it makes sense. None of it matters. I just need to be alone. And think. But damn it—I already know what I’ll be thinking about.

“But you don’t have to be alone anymore.” And in that quiet, terrifying moment, I realized I wasn’t either.

Some work has to be done alone. Even when—especially when—it's terrifying. I text him at the end of the day: "I'm proud of you for giving me space today. I know that was hard." His response: "Hardest thing I've done all week. But you were right. I need to learn to be alone with myself. Even when it's uncomfortable." "We both do." "Yeah. We both do." And somehow, that shared acknowledgment makes the loneliness a little more bearable. Not easy. Not comfortable.

Years of waiting gone in a few words. I had never felt so alone.

“Explain.” My voice dropped. Firm now. Because I wasn’t letting that go. Not this time. She studied me for a moment. Then said “You made this decision alone the first time.” A beat. “No one stood with you.” My breath caught slightly. Because I felt that. That emptiness. That isolation. Even without the full memory I could feel it. “And now?” I asked quietly. Her gaze softened. Just a little. Enough to change the weight of her words. “Now you’re not alone.”

I still fill like I'm alone in this whole world like everyone's so happy except me. The time was morning, I've decided to stay at my house, it was better than meeting any other useless people, It was a quiet day, I do not hear any voices, only the voice of birds and the breeze, it seems like I'm the only one who left here, how I love that feeling, living alone without sadness, I remembered that day when I saw him walking alone, I thought it might be better to walk with him, it's our first meeting, in sam smith park, yeah I should get back to my dreams, its a good time to get back to bed... - hello? Who's here?