The World Treats Me Kindly Novels & Stories

his voice was deep and mesmerizing as he inquired. I peered into his eyes, mesmerized by his genuine interest in getting to know me. "I dream of a world where everyone is treated with kindness and respect," I said, my voice tinted with optimism. "A world where compassion and love triumph over hatred and division." Levine's stare never wavered, and I could see he was listening to me, taking in everything I said. "That's a beautiful dream," he remarked, gently tracing circles on the back of my hand.

"I hope you find it comfortable. If there is anything you need, please do not hesitate to ask" I turned to him, I did not know if it was out of place to hug him and so I held back. I was filled with so much gratitude. This was the best I had been treated in my life. I felt joy and peace all at once. There was no shouting, name-calling, or violence meted out to me. I was treated nicely, almost like royalty. "Thank you," I said, my voice shaking with emotion. "It... it is perfect and I love every bit of it. Thank you....." my voice trailed off. I did not get his name

The next morning, Britney was glaring at me murderously while we were having breakfast like she wanted to kill me at that very moment. I blinked as I looked away. I do not want to have any misunderstanding with her. I hate when a person hates me. I do not like the feeling of it. It makes me feel like a horrible person. That is why I always try to be open minded and trying my best to understand people even though they are not making any sense at all. I do believe that peace is the most important thing in the people. A peace in your heart is also a peace in the world.

she sipped from her hot choco after explaining. “ You can stay here as long as you want,” I welcomed, sipping from my mug as well. “ Why are you so nice to me?” Her voice was soft. “ What?” “ Why are you so nice to me?” She repeated in a calm and soft tone. She rarely ever spoke this calmly or softy. “ I don't exactly know, we could say it's nature,” I shrugged. “ So you treat everyone like this?” She inquired further.

Us against the world, even amongst his own family. As I eat all my favorite foods, I can't help but reflect on how much my life has changed in such a short time. I've never had someone who's bothered to get to know me so well. It's amazing how much support that kind of companionship can offer and how it can give you a clarity of mind to then go out and tackle the world.

“What are you—“ I sputtered, the words stumbling out of my mouth as I gaped at him. He shoved a bunch of flowers in my face, his voice calm, as if he hadn’t just seriously insulted me, “but that’s okay, you don’t have to be. My mom said there are all kinds of people in the world and some of them may not understand things the way we do, so we have to be kind to them.” I let out a breath and pushed the flowers down slowly, “why are you giving this to me? Weren’t they for your sister?”

Kyomi opened her mouth to respond, then closed it again before staring back at me, her features softening. “I just didn’t want anybody to get hurt on my account.” Her voice was smooth, low, and careful. I brushed a frustrated hand over my face before eyeing her again. I swear I was fucking loosing it. But one thing I had come to learn was that her kindness could surpass that of the blood good Samaritan himself. You’d hurt her and humiliate her in ways way possible, but give her a chance to flip a middle finger at you; she’d fucking cook dinner for you and smile heartily at you.

“Confidence is not my problem. Questions like those are.” He smirked. His smirk, almost like an assurance. “Then we’ll train you.” Sweet man. I blinked. “Okay…” “To survive this world. You too can.” He murmured, assuredly. And we both laughed. Because God, I would need it. I would really need it. My life is no longer private now. I'm now more like a mini celebrity. His voice was low… almost gentle. I wasn’t used to receiving ‘gentle’ from him. But I liked it. Too much. He seemed to be treating me differently here in Prague. Like a soft princess. His soft princess.

he praised softly. Compliments like that have followed me for years. But instead of feeling flattered, I only felt disgusted. With how I look now, people treat me differently. I’m offered friendships, blind dates, even casual hookups. The world has gone mad. This was actually my first time in a place like this. Not because I’m trying to act virtuous, but because I have a dark past that’s made me draw strict boundaries, especially socially. Thankfully, I have four friends who are genuinely good to me.

he replied. I heaved a sigh of relief as I lifted myself off the chair on which I'd been sitting. “The world is such a good place because people like you exist in it; thank you for your kindness to me. I hope you have a nice day!” I said to him, signaling him a wave as I made my way through the door I'd walked in through. Alright, miss! He responded in a soothing tone, as he let out a faint smile, one that seemed like a good luck wish.