The Illusion Of Us Novels & Stories

With each conversation, I carefully crafted an illusion, a world in which they believed they held a special place in my heart. As I leaned in close to listen to their stories and laughed at their jokes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of empowerment. It was as if I held them under a spell, their desires laid bare at my feet. Their willingness to shower me with attention and generosity gave me a newfound confidence, an assurance that I could harness their fascination for my benefit.

She touched her lips and thought, ‘How could we kiss… so genuinely… no, this must be really my hallucination… he was not the gentle Jun I knew… that person was dominant and fierce… yes, it was my hallucination’ Although she was convincing herself continuously, she could still his dominant lips on her lips and neck... she could still feel his muscular arms clutching her body tightly... Can a hallucination feel surreal?

She said holding out a red apple. "Red." everyone shouted. She nodded. "Good, I've heard people say you can't paint red blue, but I believe our mind can, it could blind us from seeing the truth, take a look at the color blind they think it's blue or green not because they want to but that is what the mind wants them to think so I believe that the problems of everyone standing here is that we all want to believe what our mind wants us to believe". She shouted. "It can blind us from seeing the truth, that these things are just the work of our mind, they are illusions and nothing more."

"Yes, every year since we got married, we try to go to places we have never been to before." "These can easily be photoshopped. I mean, with technology nowadays, anyone can do it and make things seem true." Just then, his doctor walked in. She looked between us. "So, have you decided who to go home with?" I held head down, ready to leave seeing that Nick didn't believe me. "I-yeah, with her just to see if all this is true." Nick pointed at me. His mother gave me a scornful look. No doubt judging the way I'm dressed, my greasy hair and tired looking face, with bags under my eyes.

I sighed 'Out of everything that has happened to me as of yet this was probably the least bizarre thing' 'I wish to lie down on the floor and pretend as if nothing happened- "Like hell, I can't do that while sitting right next to a dead body!" At this point I had little to no courage left, I couldn't even look at the cold and lifeless body of Fay without crying my eyes out "Just where did it all go wrong...." I crouched against the counter and draped my face with my hands while I let my thoughts run wild... 'None of this feels real, like all of this is an illusion! I want to wake up from this hellish nightmare, what should I do...!?'

I told him. My father loved to think he had power and control over everyone and everything in his life, he deemed it a strength but I perceived it a weakness, it clouded his judgement sometimes and I always used that to my advantage. “I’ve just been trying to generate innovative ideas to convince Brimstone Group.” I lied through my teeth. At the mention of my lie he seemed to calm a little and that did not sit well with my mother and sister. “I thought maybe I could convince the CEO’s youngest son to go on a date wi-”

What if I keep pulling and end up with nothing? I’ve rejected reality for years, running from it, chasing distractions. What if this is all just a dream? What if Mom never suffered a stroke, and I’m in a coma—or just sleeping? And this world… this world I live in… doesn’t exist? Oh, how I wish. I wanted to end it all sometimes, just to wake up and shatter this illusion. Even if it meant turning my back on the people who helped me stand when I had nothing to give.

C H A P T E R 9 : R E A L I T Y V E R S U S I L L U S I O N Reality is merely an illusion. Albert Einstein ~ “Who are you?” I stare at the stranger in confusion. I know who he is, he was the man in my dream, but I have no idea that he could visit me in reality as well, standing on my porch with a mischievous devil may care smile across his lips. I thought dreams are just fickle of our own imaginations.

And I screamed— And snapped back into the room, breath ragged, heart racing. Adam was still standing in front of me. Still waiting for my answer. I inhaled deeply, realizing I had unconsciously struck up an illusion over my face… they couldn’t see I was breathing fast, or that I was scared. Good. I got rid of the illusion, and I smiled anyway, despite the realness of the vision. Because it was already too late to turn back. Not that I wanted to… not really.

Illusions were designed to cloud judgment, ensnaring the mind and making it nearly impossible to escape. If he was not careful, he could end up losing his life without even realizing it.