I couldn't help but call out. Even if I knew I would get no answer. I was so alone.

Since he was gone, I was alone. I isolated myself. I kept them all away.

I hid myself.

Now, I wasn't even sure who I was anymore. I had no idea what I stood for.

Was anyone else even alive? Did they even exist?

Thoughts rushed through my mind, making my head spin.

All of this time isolating myself, secluding myself, cutting myself off from humanity. I'd never foreseen any consequences. I didn't expect any. I thought it would be better.

It should've been. No one could bother me or hurt me.

But I was wrong.
In some way, their absence hurt me even more than their presence.
I was so wrong.