Leave The World Behind Book Reviews Novels & Stories

Bella Who would’ve thought that “us against the world” would quickly turn into “me against the world, and against the memory you have now lost”? It will be the biggest lie of mine if I say that none of this affects me, that I have faith in our love and that you will remember me in no time. But I would just keep on pretending, not until the negativity inside me melt away. By the time I was walking straight into your room, hospital corridors echoed with the hurried footsteps of anxious visitors and the hushed whispers of worried families. Amongst them, is me, and my heavy heart filled with anticipation.

“They were the stars in the sky. We chose to serve them. Willingly. We gave them our secrets and taught them our magic, and they created a world of peace and prosperity. Do not listen to these beasts and monsters. None of them would even exist were it not for the elfs.” “If it was all going so swimmingly, why did they leave? And leave one behind?” I dangled the blade over the gem and let it swing like a pendulum. “They left because there was nothing left here to interest them. They wished to see what was out there.” “So, they were bored.” I could relate. “And the one they sealed up and left behind?” “They will return. Soon. One had to remain and provide a bridge, a way back.” “So, if she die

Defeated, he lowered his head and signed the papers. He opened his mouth to speak, but I didn’t wait. With the divorce papers in hand, I turned and walked away. Just as he had done to me so many times—leaving without a second thought to run to Anne—I left him with nothing but the sight of my cold, indifferent back.

“You know I plan to leave shortly after my birthday.” They had never understood my incessant need to leave this town, to see the brilliant colors and sights of the world. They could never quite grasp how I managed to dislike this town, as if it were everything they could ask for. Through the library’s horrible selection, I had spent years within the pages of books. Books that spoke of rolling hills, dense forests covered in moss and sap, and crystal streams with icy waters. They didn’t understand that the need to leave was so deeply embedded in my bones that I couldn’t stand the thought of staying. In their minds, they assumed I’d be mated to Aiden and built a life here in town. A stagnant a

The map of Isla Menor was on the coffee table. The cartography book was beside it, open to the page about blank spaces. There were no dragons. There had never been dragons. There was just this — the ordinary remarkable thing of a life that had broken open and grown back truer than it was before. The market, the bookstore, and the barrel that functioned as a table. The plant has seven leaves. The man who drew maps. The woman who finished her sentence. The things worth keeping, kept. She had walked out of one life with her hands completely still.

Before I can even stop him, there he goes. "Omg is this a magic brush?" he exclaimes after erasing half of a page writing, leading himself to explore more. That's my this week's chemistry assignment, you idiot? "Holy hell, is this a magic globe where you can the see the world? Wait, isn't that Kyoto city of Japan? How coooooooooooool!" That's only for detecting non-bio creatures around the world, dummy. You can't see or spy on any human or animal with it, only inhuman beings can be seen after analysing the rays they radiate. "Wow, a secret room full of swords? Also behind a mirror? You really thought I won't find it? Hahaha."

All I heard was the muffled sounds of her crying. I listened quietly. When the airport announcement prompted passengers to board, I hung up on her. Then, I went to my contacts, where I blocked and deleted the number. With that, I grabbed my luggage and went to board the plane. Soon, the plane took off and broke through the clouds. When I watched the city fading into the distance into a tiny dot, I felt a wave of peace wash over me. (The End)

Not because it had been erased, but because I no longer bled from it every day. In the end, we found our way back to each other in winter. Snow was falling. She stood outside under the pale light, said nothing, and simply held out her hand. This time, I did not step back. The past did not disappear. It never could. But time had carried us far enough that the wounds no longer ruled my life. And for the first time, what waited ahead of me was not borrowed, conditional, or secondhand. It was mine.

"No, but I can't get into details, let's just say they wanted two different things in two different worlds and no one took the time to view the imperfections in their world before they judged the others." - End of Chapter 15: Worlds -