Guide To Freedom Novels & Stories

I`m setting you free. *********

Kayla's POV: As soon as he was done, I flew out the door, and galloped to a little late I came across and just laid down and rested I just needed to be in my own thoughts now and figure out what I want I have spent most of my life alone and I just do not know what I want or need to do.

She runs after him and slowly walks by his side trying to maintain the speed at which he is walking. “Please don’t follow me.” He finally breaks the silence and slowly looks at her. “I won’t rob you or kill, you don’t have anything to rob anyways. But I can help you, I was once like you abs someone helped me and now it’s my turn to give it back to someone who needs help. Trust me I won’t hurt you or call the police.” She smiles at him and slowly holds the umbrella over his head. “How don I know you won’t hurt me?” He asks taking a step backwards. She slowly takes a step forward and pulls him by his arm under the umbrella properly. “I live in a homeless shelter, so you got nothing to be scar

I’m not fixed, I still have nights where the fear creeps in and I check the locks twice instead of once, I still flinch when a man raises his voice on TV, I still carry Marcus like a scar even though he doesn’t get to be a wound anymore, but scars mean you survived and I did, I survived, and more than that I learned how to live, how to want things and let myself have them, how to love without losing myself, how to be a mother without being afraid, how to be a woman without apologizing for the space I take up. Luminère is bigger now but it still smells like thread and coffee and Lily’s crayons, and every dress that leaves here carries a piece of that story, the story of a girl who ran with no

After graduation, I had originally wanted to find an internship at a design company, but Jason said a fixed salary would not get us far. It would be better to work for ourselves and become entrepreneurs instead. I gave up my dreams for him. I followed him all over the country doing business. We set up street stalls, smuggled goods, and almost got pulled into a pyramid scheme. I did not feel bitter back then, even when the two of us had to eat from the same plate. We still had hope. We still had love.

But as I stood inside the gallery hall, quietly taking in the entire collection at my own pace, it hit me for the first time that spending money on things I genuinely wanted to experience was what actually gave it value. Later on, I treated myself to a proper designer handbag, a necklace, and a pair of comfortable high heels. I didn't hesitate to swipe my card at the register. It wasn't defiance, and it wasn't revenge. I'd just finally understood that it would always be worthwhile to spend my hard-earned money on myself. In time, I moved into a bigger apartment, started keeping plants, went to the gym regularly, learned to cook for myself, and figured out how to actually rest on weekends.

That's freedom. Finally. Completely. Forever.

With a blade of remembrance, she carved a single word into the base: Libertas. Freedom. The journey was far from over. But the tide had turned. And they would never be slaves to shadows again.

The anger burned inside me, but I could do nothing but stand there and watch their happiness unfold. I watched them live their lives, carefree and affectionate, until I was finally reborn. Nonetheless, I had everything figured out. There was nothing more important than investing in myself and contributing to my country.

"Okay. So what are you going to do now?" "Leave the country." "Again?" "Yeah. There's nothing left for me here." I looked at the suitcase I had packed and bought a one-way ticket to Damaria. I took everything that belonged to me, except for the birthday gift I had originally planned to give Chandler. The last time I had dinner with the Armstrongs, I'd been afraid he would think I still had feelings for him, so I didn't give it to him. Now, it was useless, so I handed it over to Duncan.