Fiction, Human behaviour, Love, Women

Addiction by Habit

She was too comfortable. The habit of being alone had become an addiction. Oblivious to the couples and groups around her, she enjoyed her personal little bubble. It wasn’t as if she had no friends. It was more like they were just somehow in her life, like an accident. One fine day, the bubble burst. Realisation made her see the beauty of togetherness and the human need for company. But the bubble came back to surround her just minutes later – she craved her own space like a bookworm needed books.

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