Freedom: My Book Of Firsts นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I would rise above this, above the pain and the fear and the uncertainty. I would rise above, and I would emerge stronger, braver, and more determined than ever. I would take back control of my life, and I would forge a new path, a path of freedom and self-discovery. My journey was just beginning, and I was ready. I was ready to take on whatever lay ahead, to face whatever challenges came my way. I was ready to fight for my freedom, to fight for my life. And with that thought, I took my first step towards freedom. I took a deep breath, and I began to move forward, one step at a time.

When the crash happened, I instinctively threw myself over her to shield her from most of the impact. While we waited for rescue, I was barely breathing and told her, "If I die, you have to forget about me and find someone new to start over with!" She cried and shook her head, making me promise I would never leave her. As long as I did not leave her, she was willing to do anything. It seemed she had long forgotten what she said, and I had broken my promise. Still, I said it. I asked for the divorce. After those words left my mouth, I slowly stood up and walked toward the guest room.

I was still frustratingly, hopelessly human. Still just... me. "Figures," I muttered aloud, the sound swallowed instantly by the heavy forest air. "Of course, nothing truly useful or miraculous happens. Why would the first day of freedom actually feel good or easy? That would be far too simple." Resigned, I started pacing along the winding, narrow path, my boots making a deliberate, rhythmic crunching sound on the dense layer of dry, fallen leaves. The deeper I ventured, the more pronounced the difference became.

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He said, "Alright, tidy up and we can have dinner soon!" My family's love and care lifted me up again, and now my heart felt so warm. But after days of idle calm at home, restlessness drove me back to work. Before, to have a better life with Ayden, I worked tirelessly to make money and achieve good performance. Now, I just wanted to find a casual job, so that I would have more time to spend with my grandmother and uncle. I found a job as a barista and enjoyed making coffee every day. My previous colleague Tiffany contacted me.

Happiness is indeed free. Never in my 24 years have I felt this much freedom, and to be honest when i first dreamed about moving here, I imagined I would be living my life from club to club, going to the bar every now and then and having multiple boyfriends. That was the childish mentality I had about living in a new city, I thought I would completely break free from the leash my parents had on my but somewhere between college and my first job I realised that the so-called leash my parent had on me was for a good cause and was there to guide me. What I thought was a hold back had turned out to be a protection, a quiet shaping into the woman I am becoming.

I stood at the doorway, watching the taillights of Shawn's car disappear into the night. It wasn't until Clementine pressed her tiny, warm body against me that I finally snapped out of the numbing cold. I held her tight and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Then, I turned around and went back inside to start packing. Clothes, documents, Clementine's baby formula and vaccination records—one by one, I erased every single trace of my presence in this house. The moment I finished booking the plane tickets, I suddenly felt as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

The title read: "The First Generation of Free Choice." I smiled. History had begun writing itself again. And this time... No one was holding the pen.

I stayed silent. My mother sighed. She took a handwritten recipe book from the drawer and placed it into my hands. I flipped through it. Everything inside was my favorite dish. But food had to be eaten while it was hot. Six years had passed. The food had gone cold. People should move on too. I handed the recipe book back to my mother. “Mom, it’s just not possible for us anymore.” On the third day, I had just walked out of the residential area. The security guard came up with a troubled expression.

When I was little, I was poisoned by wolfsbane. My sister Fiona saved me. After that, she always said, "I saved your life. You should be grateful. Never forget what I've done for you." So whenever I had good food or pretty clothes, I gave them to her if she wanted them. When I turned eighteen, the pack chose a fiancé for me. Fiona told me, "Don't trust any man so easily. Let me check them out for you first. If they're not right, you shouldn't marry them." So she went on dates with those men on my behalf, from refined gentlemen to charming, outgoing guys. Every time she came back, she looked disappointed. "Zoey, this guy seems really shady. He's not right for you." "Zoey, this guy is all swee