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A Loner Inside The Novel

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A boy. Broken after all he has been through. His life has become as miserable as it can ever be. His only wish is to disappear from this world. There is nothing left that can bind him to this world anymore. Not his family, friends or anyone else. Nonetheless, his hollow eyes hold a tiny bit of hope, a little expectancy from this life... Or rather from the death. A new person; A free-spirited person; A loner inside a novel who promises himself not to form any bonds with others. He thought of relationships as nausea, which would eventually restrict his freedom again, crushing the-already-broken state of him completely. At least, that's what he thought... ======================================== Hello everyone! This is my first novel. So, your feedbacks are really precious to me. Also, I am not a Native English Speaker.
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Chapter 1 - Prologue

Stars were scattered throughout the dark sky and the moon was floating gently. There was not even a single cloud in the seemingly endless sky. Under the sky, lied a modernized city. It was a lively city. Even though it was the middle of the night, the city streets were crowded.

Chatters of the people, horns of the cars, and laughter of the youngsters all blended into a single loud sound. However, unlike the lively and energetic atmosphere down there in the city, a 28 years old man sat on the edge of the roof of a 150 meter tall skyscraper quietly.

He looked at the crowd from up above with an expressionless face. His legs was casually dangling off the edge. But he neither feared nor panicked. His hollow blue eyes would remind the pain of burdens to anyone who saw them. His disheveled light brown hair didn't go well with his somewhat new suit either. He was a mess.

While I was reading a novel I had started a few weeks ago at the top of the skyscraper, I frowned after realizing I had finished all the available chapters. But that wasn't what bothered me really.

I clicked my tongue out of annoyance, "This trash author! How could he drop the novel when it was almost finished!"

I threw my phone to the side and started pondering. As if taking a decision that can determine wether I die or not.

"Well, I guess... My time is up!" I shouted, yet my voice was soon subdued by the sound of the city. I involuntarily flashed a bitter smile.

I glanced at the phone one last time. On the screen, a few words could be clearly seen: 'Rise of The Greatest Swordsman'. It was the only thing that had kept me in this world for the last few weeks. It had nothing unique about it but I still read it because the protagonist was dumb, just like me. He was a slave of his relationships. he even forgot to take care of himself because he was so busy with completing others' requests, which reminded me of myself.

The protagonist disgusted me... Just like how I was disgusted of myself.

"I can't blame him tough. I was like him in the past. It's not like you can easily realize how messed up your relationships are." I nodded in acknowledgement.

I stood up and stared all the way down. The wind was so strong that my clothes were fluttering violently. The city was mesmerizing. However, all I could think at that moment was my life. It was a pitiful life. There was nothing to be proud of it. It was a complete failure.

I was exhausted mentally. I really was.

I was sick of trying to satisfy others! I was sick of caring for others when all they did was to hurt me! I was sick of bearing the responsibilities and expectations of others! I was sick of my life being influenced by others! I was sick of being manipulated! I was sick of being unable to be free no matter what I did! I was sick of everyone in my life.

I hated how my life was... I hated to live my life the way others wanted to me.

I don't know when, but at some point in my life, a string just snapped in my head and I found myself broken. My feelings became numb towards people.

I realized my family, my friends and the other people who were close to me, who apparently 'loves' me, restrained my happiness the most.

So I gave up on my relationships.

I tried to get away from them but this only made me feel meaningless remorse and guilt towards them. After all I was attached to them once. So I was only left with accepting the reality.

And now here I am. On the top of a skyscraper.

I sighed and whispered, "This life is really not worth living."

With those words disappearing into the darkness of the night, I took a step and let the gravity take me into its embrace. As I fell down, accelerating rapidly, I thought about the only and last wish of mine.

If god somehow exists and grants me an extra chance, then I will definitely live a life where I am not bound to any other human. A life where I neither have to care for others or be hurt by others. A life where I have complete control over my own life. Free of the chains of relationships.

I shouted my lungs out with a satisfied smile on my face, "FREEDOM!"

Then everything suddenly went black and I lost consciousness.