Romans & histoires I Choose Freedom

The perfect spot. I was taking the internship. There was no reason for me not to. It was my dream and I decided that Jacob could either join in that dream or not. But that choice was now up to him. He had to choose to stay with me for the next six weeks without being able to really see me.

he went on and on warning everyone that we should be careful and shouldn’t roam around alone until the police catch the murderer. I didn’t listen to the entire speech still thinking about the cruelty of our world. People treat others as if they are nothing, destroying themselves as well as others. How can they do it, how can they kill someone so easily? But I could never understand why they do these things. Some people say that these people are mentally sick but are our minds so weak that we become mentally ill? Or is it that they could stop themselves but simply gave up every urge to be human. I believe that we can choose not to do these things and saying that they were ill is just making e

“Now.” The pressure in the room became unbearable. Sarah’s lungs felt crushed. She fought harder against the ropes, her teeth gnashing against the tape. Her body shook with the desperate need to make her voice heard. James’s face crumbled. He ran a hand over his head, his voice barely holding together. “Take me instead. Take my life if it will save them.” The leader chuckled darkly. “You want to die for them? Easy words. But that is not the game. One must go free. The other does not. Choose.”

Or choosing. I shifted in the seat, the ache between my legs a reminder of his pleasure. My pleasure now though. I took control, didnt I? In that moment, I’d chosen. Not him, exactly—not the whole complicated mess of him—but the feeling. The freedom of letting go, even for a few minutes. Of not being the perfect fiancée, the dutiful daughter, the It Girl who smiled through the cracks. I asked him to display me in moment of chosen rebellion. A big picture moment that screamed I was done with everything.

Just a simple choice made in stillness. The choice to stop shrinking. The choice to stop serving. The choice to finally stand in my own life. As the car pulled away, I watched the city slide past the window and felt something rare and steady bloom inside me — the quiet, undeniable truth that I was free.

My tears blurred everything. All our sweetness from the past was nothing more than illusions. In the end, all for nothing. When dawn broke, only bitterness remained. One reckless choice—and I buried my own happiness with my own hands. I am scum. And for the rest of my life, I will not deserve happiness.

I looked down, then up again, meeting his eyes. “Because I want my freedom,” I said. My voice shook, but I forced it out. “I want to wake up and choose things for myself. My job. My friends. My future. I don’t want to belong to a world full of threats and guns and secrets. I don’t want people bowing their heads when I walk by. I just want a normal life. Something simple. Something mine.” He didn’t interrupt me. He just stared at me like the words cut more than bullets ever could.

The tools to make an informed choice. And that choice—stay or go, forgive or condemn—was entirely mine. The freedom of it was terrifying.

But none of them felt right. Until— Florida. It stood out like it was calling me. I stared at it for a long moment. “If I get on that plane…” I whispered to myself. “…I lose everything.” My father’s money. His power. His protection. My entire life. But then something hit me. Clear. Simple. “I don’t want any of it.” Not the money. Not the power. Not the expectations. I just wanted one thing. Freedom. Freedom to choose. Freedom to fail.

"Live. Love. Be free." I saw that even if the summit damned me, I had already triumphed. I had chosen my own path. Loved on my own terms. Stood for something that mattered. That was freedom. Real freedom. Not power or privilege or the favor of God. When you could simply select the self you wanted to be. I was interrupted by a knock at the door. It was opened by the guard, and Draven entered. He appeared apprehensive in a manner I’d seldom observed before.