Separating Yourself From The World Novels & Stories

Keep distance, you still grow like insane. Flow. Let the water flow to a safer place. For some time, stay away. Stay away, stay away. Amen. Do not allow kill self for what they do. You aren’t happy. I know it’s true, but happiness is the only way that serves health. There is no one other’s role in making you stay on earth. Not even what you eat, not even what you gain. Money or wealth couldn’t make many live in the end. So, you stay away, stay away from those at home. You make your own palace. If possible, leave them away. If not, stay with them as unaffected away. As you grow, they will appear distant away, far distant away.

The image was so vivid, so satisfyingly final, that a shaky breath escaped my lips. I pulled back, my knuckles white on the railing. No. The finality had to be my own. Not a fantasy of destruction, but the simple, quiet act of walking away. I turned my back on the skyline and started walking again, towards the opposite shore. Towards whatever came next. One foot in front of the other. The city could wait. I had to learn how to breathe again, on my own, in my own new world.

Right now, I needed to close my eyes, and free myself from the troubling thoughts, and all of this madness. I turned the radio's volume up, and it only took a few minutes to shut myself from the world.

I needed clarity, a new plan for that, to strengthen me. I unplugged my phone and tossed it onto the couch. No more distractions. Tomorrow night, I'd use that key. I'd walk into his world. And I'd decide—once and for all—if this was worth the risk. Because if he pulled away...

I said to myself as I stepped out of the room and made my way down to the living room. I stepped out to my car garage, I stay in a very quiet environment, more like I isolate myself from people so I don’t hurt them. Anything could happen anytime and I am not ready to watch people die because of my anger issues. I drove far away from home, and as I stepped out of my car into the bustling streets, the rhythmic beats of life flowed through my veins, pushing away the shadows of doubt. I strolled past storefronts, the vibrant displays trying to lure me in. The colorful clothes and sparkling accessories called out to me, attempting to capture my attention.

Supported them. "Separation requires knowing yourself completely," Alone taught. "Requires understanding where you end and others begin. Requires clarity about who you are as individual. You must know yourself. Must understand yourself. Must be absolutely certain of your individual identity. Before you can separate. Before you can part. Before you can become individual again. Know yourself. That is first requirement. That is essential foundation. That is what makes separation possible. Know yourself."

Mom loved Parks and Rec, and Ron Swanson once said, “There is no more quiet. There is only Doc McStuffins.” I felt that in my soul. So I learned to do it anywhere—chaos or calm didn’t matter. I trained myself to tune out the world and drop into the Astral Plane. Still, it’s unnerving for others to see someone zoned out in the middle of a crowd. Hence: my tent. I lie on the bed, prop my head up with pillows, and let my arms rest by my sides. I breathe. Focus. Repeat my mantra. The world fades.

Away from everything that terrifies me. My phone buzzes. I pull it out. Adrian. *This is not over. You can run but it will not change anything. You are still mine. Still my mate. Still the only thing that matters.* I read it twice. Then I block his number. Block Clara's number too while I am at it. Block everyone connected to that world. That life. That version of myself I do not want to be. Then I keep walking. With no plan. No destination. Just away.

But, in the end, I turned around and walked away. I was a coward. I did not even have the courage to question Noah. I had gone from walking on the clouds to the depths of despair. It had only taken the blink of an eye. Like a ghost, I drifted back to my own lounge and looked at myself in the mirror, still in that wedding dress. What a joke. The dress felt like an ironic insult. A thought born of weakness popped up in my head. Maybe I had misheard it. Maybe they had some kind of reason for doing this.

“Sometimes, when people are hurting you, the best thing you can do is take a step back. Give yourself a little space from the situation and from them.” “Space?” I repeated, a frown tugging at my lips. “Like… what do you mean?” “I mean… maybe you don’t need to be here waiting for him to decide if he wants you in his life. Maybe you need to get away from all of this, just for a bit.” He hesitated, then added, “Do something for yourself. Go somewhere that isn’t weighed down by him and just be you..” I bit my lip, considering his words. “Where would I even go?”