12/09/2025
In the Life of a Lonely Girl
Amara had always been the quiet one in the crowd. Even as a child, she preferred the corners of the classroom where no one noticed her, where she could draw shapes on her notebook and imagine worlds that felt warmer than the one she lived in.
As the years passed, her silence became a cloak. Friends came and went, but she never held on to any. She smiled when people greeted her, answered when spoken to, but no one really knew who she was beneath the mask of politeness. Loneliness became her constant shadow.
Her parents were busy too busy to notice that their daughter’s laughter had faded. At school, she walked through hallways filled with chatter, yet felt like a ghost drifting unseen. At night, she lay awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering if anyone would ever care enough to really ask, Are you okay?
Books became her only companions. Between the pages of novels, she lived a thousand lives: brave heroines who found love, girls who were noticed, friendships that never broke. Those stories made her smile, but when she closed the book, reality returned silent, heavy, and empty.
One afternoon, Amara sat alone on a park bench, watching the sun dip behind the trees. A little boy ran past, laughing as his mother chased after him. For the first time in a while, Amara let herself smile genuinely. She realized then that loneliness didn’t mean she was broken it just meant she was waiting. Waiting for her people, her moment, her light.
And deep down, she believed that someday, someone would sit beside her on that bench not out of pity, but because they truly wanted to. Until then, she would keep living, keep dreaming, and keep holding on.
Because even in the life of a lonely girl, hope was still a quiet flame that refused to go out.