Freedom A 소설 & 이야기

After a sigh she continues. "The other planets decided that human males weren't strong enough to actually provide aid... (Tursa licks her lips) To be honest the Shikaz, Gaimo, Vaal, Frole, Peulo, Glortinon and Kea people are still free because the Cok, Hassin, Bronkark, and Makskin people joined them. If they hadn't we would have already fallen. Physically we are too weak against our enemy," Tursa says before meeting my eyes again and I gasp as I see her tears.

Natasha Bates did not get home until two in the morning, and the dinner I had made had gone completely cold. She had just finished meeting up with her guy best friend, Stanley Rogers, and even posted on social media. [True happiness is celebrating Independence Day with your bestie!] She did it on purpose. She knew I had her notifications turned on, so I got the notification the moment she uploaded something. She watched me silently clear away the cold food and said indifferently, "I already told you I wasn't coming home. What's with that expression?"

Every time Jennifer and I made eye contact, she would quickly avert her gaze, appearing uncomfortable whenever I smiled at her. I contemplated paying her a visit one of these days. She needed to be enlightened about the true meaning of freedom, which wasn't solely about partying, extravagant shopping, or overseas travel. Real freedom meant feeling alive while doing what we love, without doubting if we truly deserved it, because, in reality, all that we gain should rightfully be ours from the start. Freedom was having no shackles that restrained our decisions and emotions in life, being the captains of our own destiny and masters of our own happiness.

Caesar looked into Lola's eyes, "I will mark you permanently, Lola, I am your Alpha." "I promise to take care of you." "To give you... and your people, the freedom you desire." Lola only heard this much, she was too tired, her eyes blackened, like a passenger plunging into the sea, falling straight into a deep, pitch-black dream. -- What is the freedom that the Asti people long for? -- Freedom to read, freedom to move, freedom of speech, freedom to work... self-determination, self-consciousness, responsibility for oneself. Lola covered her head.

Finn laughed again. Liam actually smiled. Alex caught Jake’s eye—mid-movement. Didn’t look away. Nothing pushed back. Nothing corrected them. Nothing tried to decide for them. And still— they didn’t fall into patterns. Didn’t settle into something fixed. Because now— they understood something they didn’t before. Freedom wasn’t just given. It was maintained. Not by force— but by choosing— again— and again— and again. And for now— that choice felt easy.

"It feels like I can breathe. Like I can be myself. Like I don't have to pretend anymore." The fire crackled softly. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was steady and strong, a rhythm I had come to know by heart. Rex's hand traced patterns on my back. "What do you know now that you didn't know before?" I thought about it, letting the words settle. "I know that freedom isn't about being alone. It's about being with people who let you be yourself." He kissed the top of my head. "What else?"

While I waited to board the plane at the airport, Jay called. I declined the call immediately, removed the SIM card from my phone and threw it away. From now on, I would live my own life. The plane landed in the icy winds of Usmana. I wrapped my coat tighter and looked toward the arrivals area where Leeya stood waving. "You're finally here!" she exclaimed. She ran over and gave me a big hug, nearly squeezing the breath out of me. "Congratulations on finally being free!"

I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back with passion. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a lone figure across the street through the snow. Julian. He watched us, eyes red. In the end, he turned and disappeared into the storm. Maybe he finally understood. The little girl who once needed rescue had grown strong enough and never needed him again—she had found her true freedom.

I even picked up skills I never bothered with at home, like cooking and giving massages, for him. I ignored my teachers' and parents' stern warnings, and even my best friend's frustration at my stubbornness. None of them mattered. All I cared about was staying by Derrick's side. I shook my head, pushing those memories away, and smiled at Crystal. "I called you here today because I need your help to draft a divorce agreement." Shocked by my words, Crystal immediately pulled me into her car. I listened as she rambled on, saying she would help me fight for more rights and free myself from that jerk as soon as possible. For the first time, I felt a sense of relief. Even the hurt of being abandon