Novel & Cerita Separating Yourself From The World

It was a way for me to focus, to live in the moment without the constant ping of notifications from my past life. I never told Leo I was leaving. In truth, I couldn’t bring myself to. It felt too final, like closing a chapter I wasn’t ready to write the last word for. And, if I’m honest, I wasn’t sure how to explain to him that I needed space. I needed time to figure out who I was, apart from him. So I left, and I let the silence stretch between us. ---

And then, slowly, his acceptance. *Come back to me,* he whispered. *Always,* I promised. And I let him go. The separation was agony. Worse than when the mate bond had shattered. Because this time, I was choosing it. Choosing to be alone. Choosing to become unstable. The world tilted. I felt myself spreading. Fragmenting. Becoming plural. Becoming too open, too connected, too everything. I reached for the voids. Not to stop them. But to balance them. Singular and plural. Isolation and connection. Nothing and everything.

"Feel the world around you. Every sound, every smell, every heartbeat. Don't push it away. Let it in." I hesitated, then obeyed. The library rushed back in—the drip of a faucet three floors up, the scurry of mice in the walls, the distant traffic, the beating hearts of everyone within blocks. Too much. It was too much— "Breathe." His voice cut through the chaos. "Don't fight it. Acknowledge it. And then—one by one—let them go. The sounds you don't need. The smells that don't matter. Filter them. Choose what stays."

“That’s not usually how it works.” She glanced at me. “Really? Then, how does it work? Tell me how you've made it work for so long.” I sighed. “Firstly, you have to have no interest in the outside world. That's very hard for you, because you just like to live and live life outside the confines of your home. Secondly, you need to find peace with yourself instead of waiting for a guy to give it to you. When you love yourself, love will find you. That's how it works.”

I just realized that in order to get rid from any heartaches, you should know how to remote yourself from people who have the potential in breaking you down. You should know how to place yourself. Know your limitations, know your worth from people you care too much. Just because you love them, it doesn't mean you'll allow them to oppress you. It doesn't mean you will forever do things according to their will and satisfactions.

i'll always love you and no I'm not gon divorce you or anything of that sort just think about what you want in life coz I won't be played for a fool! After sending the text I slept. But not after crying myself to sleep...tomorrow I'm going to church.

“When this is done, when the city decides what it’s going to become, you choose yourself first.” She studied me, really studied me, like she was recalibrating an equation she’d been taught was unsolvable. “I don’t know how to be separate from this,” she said. “You don’t have to be separate,” I said. “You just don’t have to disappear into it.” For a moment I thought she might argue. Instead she leaned forward and pressed her forehead against mine. The contact was brief. Intentional. Real. “I don’t want to lose you,” she said.

"But I’m not sure I can just forget everything, there’s so much waiting for us back home." I turned to face her fully, reaching for her hand, pulling her closer. "I know," I said, my thumb brushing over her knuckles, "but sometimes, we need to breathe. We need to remind ourselves of who we are, away from all the noise, away from the world that tells us what to do, how to feel."

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In this world, I am little more than a string of thoughts, manipulated in design by the dreamers themselves. Third, I am a dreamer but not a dreamer. I can control the world in small increments, but nothing grand, unless I give away a bit of who I am to join in the dreaming. I must not let that happen, or they might not be able to get me out. I must stay separate.