Novelas y relatos de Tidak Pusing Tapi Seperti Melayang

“You smile when you talk about him.” “I’m not smiling.” “You are. It’s small. It’s irritating.” I shake my head but I feel it. That tiny shift in my face. “Things are okay,” I say. “Okay is good.” “I think so.” She studies me like she’s trying to confirm something. “You’re not spiraling.” “I’m trying not to.” That’s the truth. Not reading into every pause. Not overthinking every word. Just letting things exist without grabbing them too tightly. Mara nods.

~Amolet Everything is still and peaceful for a long moment. "This is Greed's mate?" "Apparently." Feeling slowly crawls back into my limbs. I can feel myself laying down, the softness of a bed beneath me. My mind is buzzing, trying to sort through a haze of fog, my memories stolen from me. And yet I don't feel any pain. The feeling is nearly euphoric, as if I'm floating, nothing able to touch me, to get to me.

I can’t find the floor beneath me, and it feels like I’m made of feathers and lead at the same time. He doesn't speak again the entire ride. Neither do I.

Aurora POV The world feels hazy, blurred at the edges like I’m trapped in some kind of dream I can’t quite wake up from. Nothing makes sense, nor does anything feel real. I’m floating with no real bounds to touch, just an endless void that seems to stretch on for miles all around me. There are disembodied words whispered close to me—ones I can’t exactly make out no matter how hard I try to concentrate on them. Something touches my arm, a barely there caress that doesn’t feel friendly at all.

He smiles and caresses my face. — You know I can't leave now, don't you? — he asks, nodding his head in the affirmative. — Okay, I can wait, we're not going anywhere! [...] I feel strange... Floating. As if I had no weight, or I was the wind itself. Everything is dark, my eyelids feel heavy. But there was peace... An incredible feeling of lightness.

Nap time didn’t entail much napping. I wasn’t complaining. Even if this didn’t result in my first pregnancy scare, the taunting was worth the end result. I feel relaxed and loose all over. Even better than that, something about my magic felt more alive. I didn’t have to make a conscious effort to feel for it in my veins. It was so natural, feeling the pulsing and tingling inside my body, it was like breathing or blinking. I wasn’t trying to control it, but at the same time I was.

My mind involuntarily relaxed and the stiffness of my muscles was slowly waning. It felt as if I was floating on the clouds. The tranquility of the azure, vast sky with fluffy white balls of cotton swirling in it and the bright sun shining in between like a golden, flamboyant chandelier dangling from a ceiling, was just marvelous. The cold breeze brushed my face making goosebumps all over my body. It feels so serene and good to be free from worries, tensions, responsibilities, and burdens. Like a free bird wandering in the seamless sky with no care for the cruel world that wanted me to dance to his tunes.

A strange, unsettling sensation washes over me, like a cold wave crashing over my head. I try to open my eyes, but they feel heavy, weighted down by lead. I hear the therapist’s voice again, laced with panic, "Adrian, come back to me! Adrian!" But I am powerless to respond. I feel myself drifting, falling, lost in a swirling vortex of nothingness.

My mind is a blank slate, devoid of thought, devoid of feeling. At the airport, I can't even register what’s going on. The millions of voices, the constant announcements, the smell of disinfectant. I navigate through the crowds, my movements automatic, robot-like. My boarding pass feels flimsy in my hand. The flight itself is unremarkable. I stare out the window, watching the clouds drift by, formless and fleeting, like my own emotions.

Just breathe,” I encouraged myself. I don’t know if it worked or not, but somehow I felt like I was floating while still standing. I believe it was a good thing. I wouldn’t need to face the pain in my heart. I wouldn’t need to be in this situation; where I felt completely useless, and not at peace.