Once upon a time there was a little girl.
She ran about the sun-kissed fields, giggling cheerfully and exploring the land she found herself in.
There were no footsteps against the soft grass besides her own, no birds chirping marvelously, just the hauntingly beautiful wisps of wind.
After time and time had passed, she had become lonely, and lonely, and lonely.
But she didn't know that.
No one ever told her what loneliness was.
No one told her why she felt this way.
She just was.
And with the realization this was happening she panicked.
This isn't normal.
Why was she feeling this way?
Why was this happening?
And why did it have to be...
Her?
Why was she alone?
Where was anyone else?
Could she find them?
Or was she left to rot for eternity?
"I'M FOREVER ALONE!"
The thought plagued her mind like a mantra.
Is the gift of life a blessing or a curse?
Why does she get to exist if no one else does?
Did she do something bad is that why she's here?
Is that why she's...
Alone?
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Lonely
General FictionJust a little story about a lonely girl who wants friends but panics instead I randomly thought about. Ignore the cover it's a good story I promise!!!!!!
