Separating Yourself From The World Novels & Stories

Finally, I opened that message and replied to him. [Lars, it's over between us.] With one swipe, I blocked him and deleted his contact. I pulled out my already-packed suitcase, turned off the lights, and walked out the door. Dawn was almost breaking. I wasn't going to wait for you this time, Lars. You called me vicious and heartless, but nothing in this world hurt more than broken promises. This time… I would disappear from your world completely. Me, my memories, and all my worthless love.

The next time I walked into a home, it would be his home. I switched off my phone. Just for tonight, I needed to forget the world. I needed to breathe without thinking of image, reputation, or duty. Maybe a drink would help. Maybe it would give me the courage I needed to walk into Roman Lennox’s house and not feel like I was drowning.

she said, still smiling. I looked around and I couldn’t imagine that I would have to leave this pleasant abode to go back to the chaos that brought me here. But I had scores to settle and I had to leave as she said, this wasn’t my place. “How do I go back?” I asked, I didn’t seem to see any door that led back to the world or any pathway that I would take to go back to where I was coming from. I only saw the light and people but I had to go I knew that one day I would be back but then I would with a fulfilled purpose. “That’s simple, just imagine you were never here.” She said, and I thought about it for a while I closed my eyes and I could see everything vanishing. “Sneezes” I woke up back t

‘I will make every last one of you pay! She climbed out and dried her body leaving the once-white towel red. Alice bandaged her wounds and dressed in the same clothes. She looked at herself in the mirror. The person staring back at her looked depleted. Who was this person? Every time she looked at herself, a stranger stared back at her. Her eyes held no life in them, only an empty shell stared back. She felt sorry for the girl in the mirror. Why can’t this person just get a break? Why does this world hate her so much that it not only tramples on her but pulls her apart?

Greta could see Gwyneth was struggling and said, "Kie's right. You're more than capable. Focus on your studies next year, then let Kie help you the year after. Your divorce will be finalized by then, and things will get easier for you." "Alright." Gwyneth finally stopped hesitating. She signed up for the MBA program and dove right into her studies.

It was as if the impact had knocked every wisp of air from my lungs, and I just lie here, mouth hung with lips slightly parted, my eyes are as wide as they could stretch. I feel like I am trying to remember how to breathe, totally stunned as the word bounces around inside my skull, like how it bounces when it runs: Horse! Horse! Horse! I shut my eyes as I shook my head. Of course, this is not true, right? He he. This is just a side effect of suddenly waking up in a different world, is it not?

I would be bringing our daughter back with me or not returning at all. No, I wasn’t looking for the whys anymore. In a world like ours the whys are irrelevant. It’s the currents that matter. The freedom to ride them without opposing them, to let oneself forget, to understand that all that has gone before, all the horror, is consigned to oblivion. If assistance was needed in this regard, one could easily re-bleach the walls, floors, and porcelains of the bathroom in which the bloody abortion had been done. Close all the shutters and curtains in the house and secure a piece of two-by-four across the front door. Turn off the phone, close the email accounts, and plant oneself at the computer sub

Breaking everything. He cursed under his breath, pulling away reluctantly. The loss of contact felt immediate. Cold. He answered the call, stepping aside. And I stood there. Still. Breath uneven. Heart racing. What just happened? — ‘Run.’ My mind screamed. Before he comes back. Before you lose yourself again. Without wasting another second, I slipped away into my closet. Needing space. Needing distance. Needing… clarity. — By the time I stepped out, changed into something soft and comfortable—

I turned around and started walking on the road. My life trapped in the swamp of the black hole was getting confused every moment, even though my body was tired, but despite that, I kept walking. Every relationship in the world is just a lie that we give ourselves. We should free ourselves from all relationships and responsibilities. This isolated life is as calm as a lake. People come and throw stones at it and leave. But no one cares about it. It doesn't matter because it is lost in its own wave, independent of all these things.

‘That’s not what this is …’ Mico breaks into my rambling thoughts. ‘Stop it! I don’t want it and this conversation is over. Please just go. If we’re done then I just need to get better, get out and know where to collect my belongings.’ I snap at him, closing down, pushing away. He may be my friend, my first real one, but I am doing the only thing I know how to do in life to protect myself. I am running away. Emotionally, mentally and when I am well—physically. I don’t need other humans touching my life anymore. I am better when they are all gone. It has been proven time and again.