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

She said holding my hands in hers which only made me sigh, there’s so much that has happened to me recently that I would have appreciated a little head up. “So, I’m supposed to figure this out all by myself?” I ask with a look of sadness, but I already knew the answer, she simply nodded her head with a smile. “Being alone and having to work out the world is something I’ve done since a young age, I guess this won’t be any different.” I say with a sigh looking down at the ground, it’s a hard pill to swallow realising no one truly has your back, you’re genuinely, walking around this earth alone trying to figure out your place in it.

I feel depressed. I feel so alone here.

I wanted to comfort her but it looks like she needs to be alone, sometimes all you need is to be alone, to realise your value, to find yourself in this abyss. Sighing, I stood up and started to walk towards my apartment, again, he crossed my mind, the work was awfully quiet today, I was used to his stalking gaze on me but now without him, something felt missing, though it was good to finally breathe in peace without feeling wary of my every little action.

“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.

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.

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?

It’s cliché, but it applies to everything. “You think the time you spend with me is enough for you to say that? Do you think that I don’t try to will myself into doing things on my own? I am not the one you need. Because you, you are my world. But let me correct myself. I am not obsessed with you. You just don’t know what it feels like to be alone.”