The World As I See It Novels & Stories

He had a vast network and resources, so it was child’s play. In any case, I wanted to win his sympathy. If Noah saw me living a life where I did not have to worry about food or a roof over my head, then his guilt would lessen. I wanted him to be mired in an abyss of remorse. As expected, Noah did indeed think of me after he returned home. He thought of my dilapidated house and my haggard face. He would occasionally even start daydreaming when Yvonne spoke with him. Whenever she looked at his face, Yvonne would feel hatred.

Maybe we were never meant to last forever. I just looked at Gianna coldly and said, "Gianna, whatever we had is in the same state as these photos now. It can never be restored to how it was." Then, I shook her off and left the cafe. Ingrid was waiting for me at the door. We exchanged looks and smiled at each other. The cold fall wind began to blow, and the smell of pumpkin spice filled the air with a sweet, spicy scent. It was a beautiful day, and I believed that my future was going to be just as beautiful.

She also could never stand the smell of a grown man pee every time she sat there to wait to her bus. “ You can see me?.” He questioned, his eyes glued to her. Alyssa paused for a while as her eyes trailed down from his head to his toe. Blood stained shirt. Tore shirt. Barefoot. Rough hair. A breathe that stink. How did she miss all that? How did she not notice that he was one of them? One of those that were treated in asylums. “ Wait, you can see me.” Marco questioned curiously, shocked as well as ashamed.

Somehow, I feel like I'm in a different world. A world where it's just Myself, Damien and our desires waiting to erupt like a volcano. "I'll show you"

"And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's meant to be broken I just want you to know who I am" I kissed the top of his head as he began to calm down and lifted his chin up so our eyes locked and smiled down at him wiping the tears away before placing a tender kiss on his lips making him smile as tears contours to roll down his face "And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's meant to be broken

] The system's interface flickered softly, as if hinting at something more. [A new world. A new story.] A streak of crimson-gold light pierced the horizon, and the first rays of dawn spread across the land. The sun had risen. I pushed open the window and drew a deep breath. "I accept."

that I am alive and kicking, safe and sound, and not numb enough to be a robot a lot of people expected me to be. "And I don't want the world to see me, 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand," The world once saw a glimpse of me and it turned out to be disaster. "When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am," I am me. This is me. This is my reality. It is a war yet it is serene. I am a warrior who fights but I am not a shield everyone can use to be saved from the disaster.

Yet she didnt look away nor did she move away. Damn, Her eyes. Her eyes are so beautiful and talkative, that she almost doesn't need words to describe what she wants to say-her eyes are enough. I can look into her for a lifetime and still wont feel enough, because she has a lot of stories hidden in her eyes that I need to read. She has captured a lot of pictures inside her eyes that I need to see and adore but not from my eyes but from her eyes. Yes, I want to see this world from her eyes, from her point of view, from her shoes. I want to know how she sees this world. I want to know if this world is same as i see or is it any different from her eyes ? i want to know if the Red is same Red as