Prologue

Have you ever heard someone say that they like to be alone, and thus, feeling lonely? Have you ever heard someone say that honestly?

My name is Deirdre, and I used to like being completely left alone. I didn't ache for any friends or family, or even a small pet. I didn't want to be recognized as anything special, or, well, anything at all. All I truly and most honestly wished for was a world in which neither death nor birth existed; only me. I hoped I could one day be the only being. It’d be just me and no one else. Not even the tiniest insect. My favorite word was once "alone," and I was and wasn't it at the same time, always. I only desired to be it, though. I wanted to be the only abiding person... or at least, I thought I did.

A/N: The chapters for this will be short.