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But the love was buried under a heap of pain and loss. This is not goodbye," I said to him, the words a lie that I hoped would keep my heart from breaking. "It is a breath. A second to find out my own strength. I have to do this alone. I have to stand on my own two feet before I can stand beside anyone else.". I saw the flash of understanding in Kai's eyes, the nod of recognition. He knew what I was telling him. He knew that I needed to find my own power, my own voice.

She paused her singing for a moment to suck in and exhale a deep breathe of air “…I’ve never been the kind to ever let my feelings show….and I thought that bein’ strong meant never losin’ your self-control….but I’m just drunk enough to let go of my pain…to hell with my pride, let it fall like rain…from my eyes..Tonight I want to cry…would it help if I turned a sad song on?….”All By Myself” would sure hit me hard now that you’re gone….or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters…it’s gonna hurt bad before it gets better…but I’ll never get over you by hidin’ this way….”

He knew well he was not brave enough to brace the truth so he did what felt right to him. Leaving her, freeing her from his cage, letting her go. And most of all trying to compensate with himself for the loss, consoling him that what he did until now was right from his perspective, although reading that journal already made him question his own confidence, his decisions, his own life.

mushkil ho gaya khud ko kaise How did it become difficult for me pahachaanuu main pahachaanuun to recognize myself, to recognize myself din kaTta hai kaTte na raatiya I endure the daytime; the nights are endured kis se kahuun main ye saarii baatiyan To whom can I tell all these things? guDiyaa Doll man men tarangen uTHne lagii hain Waves have begun to roll through my mind yeh kaisii yeh kaisii

"Do you know what it's like to be left? To be told you're not enough? To watch the person you love choose someone else?" Sebastian's face went pale. "Yes." Dr. Chen stopped. "Yes," Sebastian repeated, quieter. "I know what it's like. My father killed himself. He left me. He chose death over me. So don't tell me about consequences. Don't tell me about being left." His voice cracked. "I've been left my whole life." The room was silent. The clock ticked. The potpourri smell seemed to fade. Dr. Chen looked at Sebastian. Her expression shifted—surprise, maybe, or recognition.

i hear the echo of my own voice,my brain,mind whatever “I also want to be free”i say out loud like i am not talking to my self “Whatever you say” “None of them would find me here be it Draven or David”I say more like I am trying to convince myself . I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket Draven:you know id always find you anywhere I stare at the text sent to me feeling the smugness through the phone Me:so what if you find me, what do you want I sent back a reply suddenly feeling bold

My very own sanctuary. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Charles Jansen, who actually ruined everything here? You treated my love like a joke and stomped all over my feelings. Yet, you now have the audacity to blame me?" Charles could not respond to my furious questions. Slowly, he let go of my wrist. "Listen here, Charles." I took a deep breath and suppressed the pain in my heart. "From now on, we will walk separate paths in life. We are done." With that, I turned and left without giving him a second glance. In the cab, I saw my tear-streaked face through the rearview mirror. I felt like a clown—the joke in every circus. Back at the place I once called home, I opened the door as a familiar scent washed over me.

I can’t stand walking around Pauleen knowing that I did something wrong. I don't know how this is gonna turn out. I don’t care anymore I don't care anymore, what I know is just that I should make this right. I should go and make all the things impossible, possible

He smiled, the wrinkles intensifying on his face, “Simple. Love and trust yourself. When you do not reject yourself, the outside world cannot reject you. When you control what you believe, you will not allow yourself to endure hurt and pain at every ostensible betrayal or assault.” There was a blissful serenity on his face as he looked at me, “You might have heard these lines by the Pakistani poet, ‘Khudi ko kar buland itana ke har taqdir se pehele, Khuda bande se khud pooche, beta teri raza kya hai.’ Become self-sustaining and self-generating, and even gods will wait around to lend a hand.”