Soaring To New Heights 소설 & 이야기

She wailed even louder as the force that had broken her fall caused her hands and knees to be in excruciating pain. She has begun to pull herself forward along the uneven ground, unable to stand up again. It was a pathetic attempt at an army crawl, though. After only travelling, she stopped and rolled over to stare up at the sky above her. With an accusing glare, she looked at the moon, feeling utterly betrayed.

I am gonna change everything and gonna face every challenge every situation with courage and confidence and I am gonna make myself strong and happy. With these thoughts, I drove through the highway completing 1 hour of the journey to New York City. One and a half hours to reach my new life. "Everything's gonna be okay. Just stay calm and patient" I repeated this in my head again and again till I got to my destination New York City here I come

"I was just wondering what my life would look like if I had actually given up that early admission four years ago for him." He smiled and pulled me into his arms. "There's no what if. Someone like you was always meant to stand at the top." I rested my head against his shoulder, looking up at the stars. He was right. I was always meant to stand at the top.

Rising. Always.

I could not stop thinking about him. That evening, I went up the Singapore Flyer. I have never been scared of heights, but it is also my first time being this high. As the capsule lifted us high above the city, Singapore unfolded beneath my feet—glittering skyscrapers, winding roads, the river glowing softly in the dark. It was stunning. I pressed my palm to the glass and wished Adrian were there, wished he could see the city from this height with me, wished work hadn’t taken him away from moments like this.

I tease. "I own the safety inspector, Diana. Along with the building. Relax. I haven't dropped a queen yet." "A queen?” I gasp. “How high does this thing even go? Are we going to the moon or something?" "We're going exactly as high as you asked to go. Don't tell me you’re getting shy now.” “You used to tell me the ground was for boring people. Right?" I swallow my own words back, clutching his neck tighter. I want to tell him that the highest I’ve ever been is the second-floor balcony of a skincare factory, but I just bite my lip, watching the ground disappear.

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His name disappeared from the screen in an instant, just like our marriage, gone completely. I boarded the plane to my new life without looking back.

"𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒖𝒑, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒅," "𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆."

The car was already moving. Veyron Tower cut into the night sky like a blade of glass and steel. The elevator rose fifty floors in silence, my ears popping from the altitude. I'd never been this high up in my life. Through the glass walls, the city spread below us—a sea of lights that made me dizzy.