An Outsider 소설 & 이야기

“My entire life was spent at my father’s side as he raised me to take his place, and my time as Chief has been marked by nothing but the hardest decisions I’ve ever had to make. I’ve seen firsthand what the Morennos were capable of, and I did everything in my power to keep them from taking more innocent lives. “But I’m done hiding!” Delmar suddenly declared. Matheus gave him a surprised look, almost amazed to hear the words. “Throughout these years, the Outsiders have caused us to hate and be terrified of them while they took everything from us; mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters, everyone we loved. But I watched another young Outsider who taught me that the longer I hide from my fears,

"Nobody was nice to me and I didn’t belong there." "You didn’t belong or you felt like you didn’t belong?" "What’s the difference?" He looked thoughtful. "I always have this feeling like I don’t belong anywhere. No matter where I go or who I’m with I can’t shake this feeling that I’m an outsider." She stared at him in disbelief. "You? An outsider? You’re Saint Nicholas. Everyone loves you here." "I’m not a saint, Callie. I never was," he replied. "And it’s not about other people. It’s me. There’s this feeling of being displaced I can’t shake off no matter what I try."

I opened my car door, placed all the items I had bought in it and made sure to keep my space to sit but I decided to not leave at the moment. "Please drive it home, I'll get back on time." I instructed the driver who was out of the car and talking with a lady, probably his wife or his girlfriend while leering at another lady passing by, and he immediately flinched at my presence like I was going to eat him and he entered the car. He immediately drove off and I sighed once again, glancing around to locate a way to stroll to. I staggered to the street and started appreciating the alluring view. I hadn't noticed the beautiful view of nature that swept these places since we had been living here.

I couldn't believe that the hem of my dress and shoes were covered in mud. Then I laid eyes on the car. The driver of that Black Bugatti splashed water mixed with mud over me. 'Couldn't he slow down after the heavy rain?' My thoughts were completely overshadowed by this breathtakingly handsome guy who peeped through the window of the car. I never knew a guy could be this good looking, but my admiration for him ended with the words I heard coming out of his mouth.

‘Because there’s an outsider inside their city. ***

I didn't answer any calls, I didn't open the door when Gabby asked me to let her in, and I only made my meals because I thought a little more about the well-being of another innocent person. Today is not such an exciting day. There is silence inside my head, but outside, on the streets, I know that people revolt, that they scream for the rights of foreigners who have never had a voice capable of being heard. It wasn't exactly what Hunter intended, it wasn't his plan, but the way things are going, maybe it's better for me to just watch and wait for total chaos or a miraculous resolution. “Damn well? "Gabby asks, stretching on the chair at the dining table to serve me a glass of juice.

They could see evidence of poverty and neglect everywhere, from the boarded-up windows to the graffiti covering the walls. Despite being surrounded by the bright lights and sophistication of the city, They felt like they were in a place that had been forgotten. It was as if this one street was a pocket of poverty and desperation, isolated from the rest of the world. As they continued down the street, Sophia couldn't shake the feeling that they were an outsider in a place where they didn't belong. The residents of the street seemed wary of outsiders, and she could sense their distrust and suspicion. Despite the striking contrast to the rest of the city, this on

I don't know if my thoughts swing towards malnourishment because I offered her food, but I hate myself for thinking that way. "Thank you," she says again, holding her cup in both hands. Unsure if I should really be acknowledged for such a small gesture, I just give a small nod. I step outside while she eats and walk down the narrow walkway outside the restaurant. People walk to and fro, in and out of the restaurant and others just walk by. I throw my hands into the pockets of my hoodie, looking around the place. Some days I do this— I just stare around without knowing what I'm looking for and sometimes inspiration finds me by little things, like the old man sitting on the other side of the r

The absence of my presence these past few years had made me accustomed to compromising in front of Sophie and her family. Even when Julius replaced me in the family portrait, or when every New Year's dinner table was filled with dishes Julius liked, I endured it. I even comforted myself by telling myself that things weren't so bad if someone could stay by their side in my place. I thought that as long as the family was happy, nothing else mattered. But today, a single apple gave me a wake-up call. If they already saw me as an outsider, why was I still trying so hard to belong?

My bones nearly cracked from the impact as it slammed against the hard floor. I glared at the crowd of people who'd been my family for the first 20 years of my life, now threatening and beating me up all for the sake of an outsider, and felt my heart turn to stone. I wiped the blood from the corner of my lips and glared daggers at them. "I'm going to call the police! Not a single one of you is getting out alive!" Isaac was even more enraged by this. He kicked me hard in the back and thundered, "The police! To hell with that, you stubborn old bitch! I'm going to fucking beat you black and blue!"