What A Time To Be Alone Novels & Stories

I used to think that people were exaggerating when they complained about how alone and weird it feels without your special person when you had gotten used to living and sharing your life with them but now I fully understand. Morning visiting hours were almost up and that meant I had to go home or go somewhere and do something for the next few hours until the next visiting hours started. Not having to worry about waking up for Andrew I decided to go home and try to catch up on some of my lost sleep from last night.

And a few seconds later, I was alone in the room. Alone with “a week” to put to use.

Just as I was getting ready for bed, my phone's screen lit up. Charles had posted on his social media. "Some sceneries are better admired alone. Cheers to being single tonight." His meaning couldn't have been more obvious. In the past, seeing him say he was single would've kept me up all night. I would've called him in tears, admitted that I was in the wrong, and begged for his forgiveness. But now, all I did was turn my notifications off and go to sleep.

I'd spent twenty years serving Joshua's family, and they never treated me half as well as these two people I hadn't seen in just as long. I gave the first half of my life to the wrong people. But things got busy fast—too busy to stay stuck in the past. I opened a little place near the rental and called it Pasta Bar. There was a factory close by, so workers started swinging by on lunch breaks. They said my pasta was clean, tasty, real comfort food—and soon they brought their friends.

“I think we need some time alone. Just us. Away from everything.” River raised a brow, studying him. “Time alone? You mean… like a break?” Jace quickly shook his head. “No. Not a break. The opposite, actually.” He let out a quiet breath and walked closer to River, his voice low and calm. “I want us to have time together, without work, without distractions, without anyone knocking on my door every five minutes. I want to just… be with you.” River’s expression softened. “You’re serious?”

For the first time, I was truly proud of the sparkling girl staring back at me. Thank you, Lucia. Thank you for fighting for your future. Suddenly, my phone started vibrating nonstop. Several texts from unknown numbers popped up at the same time. "Lucia, it's me, Scott. You said a real relationship needs a grand confession. A breakup deserves a proper goodbye too, right? Today's my birthday. Can you come see me, just once? I'll wait for you here, for as long as it takes." He left the address. It was our high school's sports field.

Since it was evening time, the sky was appearing to meet the earth. He continued "Staying alone sometimes is okay. But always preferring to be alone is not. The sky and earth are always indifferent and alone. But there comes a moment when they meet each other. Horizon! Beautiful right? A person should have something in their life which they can look forward to, which will excite them."

Natalie hesitated briefly before replying, "He did find her, but she has made up her mind to start anew and move on from the past." Allen let out a rueful sigh. "I'll never understand why some people only learn the value of a person once they've already lost them." Natalie chose not to respond to his comment. She instead shifted the conversation back to the logistics of the premiere, and after finalizing a few more details with Allen, she ended the call. Throughout the following week, Natalie balanced her meetings with Starlight Media with quiet strolls through the winding alleys of Basix. She hadn't been back in four years, and it made her somewhat nostalgic.

And somewhere far away, I know Mercy will feel the shift, and Thomas will be gone, and I will be alone inside a moment I can no longer name. Time has collected its interest. And it is not finished.

When he saw me, his gaze turned cold, like he was looking at a stranger. Mabel grabbed her things and headed out. As if she remembered something, she turned back to explain to me, “Denise, don’t get the wrong idea. “We’re just heading over together to thank our homeroom teacher for agreeing to write us letters of recommendation. We already had this planned way before all this.” There it was again—the “we.” I forced a bitter, mocking smile but did not respond. The cafe was especially busy today. By the time I got off work at 9 p.m., my legs were already weak from exhaustion.