In My Little Corner Of The World นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I'm free bitches...apparently the girl dropped all charges against me,i don't have no criminal record well for now...im gon mess up again just know it....im chilling in my house minding my business yeah I do miss my woman,but she left and I hope she does come back...she may be older than me with 4 years but she's still my lady (Rina is 24 not 27 sorry y'all) I heard a knock on my door" it's open " I yelled,and there came Claudine yelling out my name

One heartbeat to center myself. I step through. And the world explodes.

I exhaled deeply and closed my eyes for a brief moment. Here I was, right in the footstep of a different world.

I paused at the threshold. This place was my sanctuary. My anchor. The little pocket of calm I built with my mother—the only place where the world didn’t ask me to be anything other than me. But today, not even the familiar creak of the wooden floors or the faint sound of Miles Davis playing from the speaker in the back could soothe the tight knot in my chest.

Felt the life. "I'm building you a world where no one can own you," I whispered.

My tone was cold and stern: "I’m only here for the pillow. You can have Gavin!" She looked startled for a second, then feigned innocence, using her most manipulative tone: "Jane, what nonsense are you talking about? Please don’t misunderstand." "I was just talking about the World Cup tickets, I didn’t mean anything else." I emphasized every syllable, reiterating: "I am just here for the pillow!" Her expression was intriguing. Suddenly, as if remembering something: "I know where it is. Follow me." I followed her into the third room. The room was set up as a luxurious cat sanctuary.

In fits and starts, I wrote about the quiet bitterness of those on the margins of society and the moments they were made to feel invisible. One day, I typed out, "In that lavish estate, all the applause and spotlight belonged to them. I was nothing more than a superfluous ornament—fit only to stand in the shadows and watch in silence." That post went viral without any warning. Within moments, tens of thousands of comments flooded in. Countless people wrote that my words mirrored their own feelings of being abandoned by their family. As I read those comments, I suddenly felt like crying. It wasn't because the post had gone viral, but because I finally realized just how many people out there w

I whisper before I can stop myself. Her brows lift. “The little stray bares her teeth.” “I’m not...” My throat locks. I start again. “I am not who you say I am.” “And yet both of them look at you like you’ve set fire to their favorite room.” She leans in as if sharing a secret. “Do you know the best part? You think no one notices. You think if you keep your head down and your voice quiet, the world won’t reach for your throat. News, darling. I am the world here, and my hand is already closing.”

That's until I notice something sticking out in a corner. 'Hmm, wait...could that be...?'

Still, as I turned off the lights and locked the café door, a small voice inside whispered something I couldn’t ignore: No one from that world ever finds you by accid ent. I pushed the thought away, smiling to myself. “It’s fine,” I murmured. “It’s just coffee and friendship. Nothing more.” But deep down, I wasn’t sure if I believed that anymore.