Novel & Cerita My Own Little World

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.

He threw the towel towards a couch and grabbed his keys from the bowl he usually kept them and walked out his door. He put a hand into his pocket and walked towards the park near his house, this was basically a daily routine for him, he’d wake up bright and early, take a walk and observe if anything had been changed or manipulated. Those things had started to affect his world, it started small, he’d see specks of coloured lights floating in the air and no, they weren’t fireflies, now he could see an otherworldly thing right in the middle of town. The worst part was that he was the only one who seemed to be able to notice them, he knew that because he once saw someone walk right through one o

____ Songs for this chapter; World Of Our Own - Westlife, I Lay My Love On You - Westlife. Eliakim One and a half year later. You make me feel happy When I leave you behind A place in my mind, now honey What I'm I do without you? Oh, truth for granted Everything we had is If I find someone who's just like you Oh, we got to live in world of our own I'll tell you things that no one else knows

"But I think I was mostly angry at myself." "Why?" "Because I was jealous." Alex looked down at his plate. "You found someone. Someone who looks at you like you're the only person in the world. And I've been alone for so long, and I thought—I thought if I couldn't have that, then you shouldn't either." Damian reached across the table and took Alex's hand. "You'll find someone." "Maybe." "Not maybe. You will." Alex squeezed his hand. Then he pulled away and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. "Okay. Enough feelings. What's the plan for today?"

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 just quietly turned around and walked away. This entire ordeal taught me a brutal lesson. In this world, taking a step back didn't mean the other person would do the same. Some people only pushed further when I kept tolerating them. The softer I was, the harder they would stomp on me. My kindness must have teeth. Otherwise, people would just treat me like a doormat and rip me to shreds.

"You're too annoying to forget." We stayed like that for a long moment, just enjoying the quietness of the empty room. It was hard to believe how far we had come from the stupid bet, the secret camera, and the bitter walls I had built up around myself. I used to think that being safe meant being entirely alone, carrying the whole world on my shoulders because nobody else could be trusted to help, but Maverick had completely broken through that. He had shown me that being part of a team meant you didn't have to carry the weight by yourself.

I looked at the collapsing world and gave a faint, bitter smile. "There's nothing I can do now." The truth was, without me, this world should have ended ten years ago. "There's nothing you can do?" someone yelled. "We don't believe that!"

We would only nod and greet each other politely at most. None of them knew how much pain and suffering I had gone through. Fortunately, I had finally come to my senses now. I was only going to live for myself in the future. I chuckled lightly and said, "Don't worry. I've already written it down in the agreement that I will not touch a single penny of your money. I don't want any part of the company either." I would just assume that the past few years of my efforts and contributions to the company had been for charity.

My world was very small, just enough to hold the warmth of the everyday moments before me. My world was also big, big enough that no storm in this life could reach me. The past was truly behind me. And my future was in my own hands, steady and bright.