Kita Berpisah Novels & Stories

Hello readers! How are you all Dear Readers, Thank you for joining me on this journey through Separate Ways: Bound to Be One. This story was born from a fascination with duality — the constant tug between fate and choice, light and shadow, loyalty and betrayal. In crafting the lives of Reese Taylor and James Anderson, I wanted to explore how two people from seemingly different worlds can find themselves bound by something far deeper than coincidence.

Vikesh asked glancing at them. “We broke up!” Kavitha replied and I coughed hearing those words as I thought they just fought but what is she saying. “What?” I asked along with everyone and they both nodded. It turns out they are fighting every day during this trip and that’s why they stayed away from us to not disturb our trip along with theirs. “But… break up? Isn’t that too much?” I asked Kavitha when we returned to our room. “We have been clashing even before exams but we were trying all these days. Today we couldn’t just hold on to it and broke up and now I feel relieved.” She replied while I tried my brain to stop running like this.

"Home… Let her come get me…" Pear's expression became a frown, but she kept her voice soft. "I'm here to pick you up. Let's go now, alright?" She and his friend helped him up, and Lars went along. Just as they reached the door, he suddenly pushed her hand away. "Why are you here? Where's Bianca? I want Bianca!" he demanded. Pearl's face turned dark. "You two broke up! I know you're hurting, but let's just go home."

She couldn't tell if the sensation was release or loneliness. That was when Lewis chuckled. "It seems you genuinely hate me. I've latched onto you for so long, yet you only allowed me to hug you like this now." Josephine remained silent. The rims of her eyes burned, and she feared Lewis would hear how choked-up she was if she spoke. The calmness around them made their separation feel more real than any of their past hysterics. The fact that they both remained composed indicated that their breakup was imminent. Only when one was calm could one make a mature and calculated decision.

I watch as she injects something into my saline bag and then leaves the room, and before the painkiller takes effect, I decide to speak. "I asked her for a divorce." Andres doesn't take his eyes off me. "I told him I wanted to separate us, we don't share a room, I hardly spend time at home, I go out with Natalia most of the time to distract myself and avoid him, but he refused so much..." "Ana, I think it would be better..."

Answered. "Yes," Alone said simply. "Yes. You can separate. If you choose. If you commit. If you truly want. You can separate. Forced merger can be undone. Incompatible consciousnesses can part. You can become individuals again. If you choose. If you truly choose. If you commit absolutely. You can separate. I will teach you. Peace will guide you. Memory will show you. We will help you. We will teach you. We will show you how to separate. How to undo forced merger. How to become individuals again. We will help. If you want. If you choose. If you commit. We will help. Do you want? Do you choose? Do you commit?" Bridge's twenty-two voices answered together. Unified. Coordinated. Absolutely cert

My daughter, Lily, was hit and dragged for two whole miles by a drunk driver. I rushed her blood-drenched body into the emergency room. While the doctors saved her, I collapsed onto the floor in the hallway. With the last ounce of strength left in my body, I sent a text to my husband, Howard. [Lily is in critical condition. Get to the hospital now!] A few seconds later, my phone chimed with a reply. [Stay safe. I’ll be over as soon as I wrap things up here.]

"Tapos may gana pa siyang bumisita sayo?" "But Pia, we need to understand Khael's situation. Frustrated siya nung time na yun because we've just broken up at nag-away pa sila ng parents niya. Isa pa, lasing siya kaya wala siya sa katinuan."