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

Outside, the world was still moving. Still loud. Still complicated. But inside that room— For that moment— None of it mattered. Because right now— She wasn’t alone. And as long as I was here— She never would be.

It's about losing the one person who made him feel like he wasn't alone in the world. Oh. Oh god. "You like him."

My phone buzzes. Alex, again. Alex: You okay? Haven’t heard from you. I type before I can think too hard. Me: Yeah. Just working late. The dots appear. Alex: You don’t have to do everything alone. I stare at that longer than necessary. He’s right. And also missing the point. Me: I know. I’m not alone. Just… figuring out what’s mine. There’s a pause. Then: Alex: Fair. I smile small, tired, real.

My hands felt horrifyingly empty where I had tried to hold onto Mouth. I was alone again. The darkness comes when you’re alone.

And for the first time, I didn’t feel alone. Just complete.

Inside, a group of friends were laughing loudly, sharing drinks and stories. For a moment, Ethan watched them. Then he looked away. Moments like that always reminded him of the same painful truth. He had always been alone. Not just physically. But in every way that mattered. The Strange Feeling The rain began to fall even harder as Ethan turned into a narrow street behind several closed stores. This shortcut usually saved him ten minutes on the walk home. But tonight, something felt… different. The streetlights flickered above him. Once. Twice. Then suddenly—

You're Moonborne first. Both messages should have made me feel supported. Instead, they just made me feel alone.

His words shocked me. "I..." He cut me off to what I was going to say. "You what? Obviously you are going to say that I'm fine blah blah!" He sat down on the chair while rubbing his forehead in worry. The room was silent for sometime until he decided to speak again. "Look. Grace, you are the only true friend I've had in years, and I don't want to lose you. I really care for you ok." I looked into his eyes that were speaking volumes. They were telling me that he had been alone for a long time. They were reflecting pain. They were reflecting anger. I understood his pain. The pain of being alone. Quite honestly he was my only friend too. And yes by friends I just mean friends. He had never once

Sade I was feeling the loneliness. Living alone had been fun and new at first, but it quickly got old. I didn’t think I was cut out to be alone. I was bored. Every night I sat on my couch, flipping through channels and texting Trent—assuming he was able to text. I talked to myself—a lot. Probably more than was healthy. I ate alone. I did everything alone.

" He says, uncovering my head and brushing my hair away from my face. "First of all, I have friends," I say, glaring at him and crossing my arms over my chest. He raises an eyebrow and looks at me with a smile. "I've got you." I try to think of a name other than his, but nothing comes to mind. ''And that's it. You are enough. " He is right I need to make friends. I can't stay alone for the rest of my life. But on the other hand, I like being alone. People nowadays think only about how they can use others till the last drop so they can benefit from them. And then toss you aside as something invaluable. So basically, I am sparing the hurt and disappointment. "That's it. Get up and get dressed.