I left my old life behind because I no longer wanted anything to do with it. My chosen Alpha broke our promise under the moon and then simply abused me. I decided to sever all ties with the past, but unfortunately, I carried something from the past...
At the airport stood a young man whose nervousness was almost palpable. His eyes darted around restlessly, as if searching for an escape route. In his hand, he clutched a ticket he had bought at the last minute – the first domestic flight he found. He had never flown before, and now, facing this new experience, he felt his stomach tighten.
His heart raced and his hands trembled. Every sound, every announcement from the speakers made him jump. He was scared, but he knew he had no other choice. He had decided to leave his past behind, abandon everything he knew, and start anew. It was terrifying, but also necessary.
He stood there, surrounded by people rushing to their flights, feeling utterly alone. Thoughts of what he was leaving behind swirled in his head – old friends, familiar places, memories that weighed him down. But he also felt a spark of hope. Maybe, somewhere out there, at the other end of this flight, a new beginning awaited him.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He had to do this. He had to find the courage to take that first step. With each breath, he tried to suppress his fear and focus on what lay ahead. Slowly, he made his way towards the security check, his steps uncertain but determined.
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When I stepped off the plane, I was immediately hit by a wave of heat and humidity. There were so many people around me that I felt like a small fish in a vast ocean. Everything was so loud – cars honking, people shouting, and neon signs flashing everywhere.
My heart pounded. I had never seen so many people in one place. Everything was so fast, so chaotic. I felt lost and small. There were scents I had never encountered before – a mix of spices, exhaust fumes, and something I couldn't identify.
Every step I took felt like entering a different world. Colorful markets selling everything from exotic fruits to fake watches. People looked at me as if I were from another planet. My clothes, my appearance – everything about me screamed that I didn't belong.
I felt overwhelmed and a bit scared. But I also felt excitement. It was like being in a completely different universe, where every street held a new adventure. It was terrifying, but incredibly thrilling.
After a while, as I tried to get my bearings in the chaos, I realized I needed to find a place to stay. I had only a backpack with a few belongings and some money, so I needed to find something affordable.
I walked through the busy streets, looking for signs that said "hostel" or "guesthouse." There were small shops and food stalls everywhere, but I focused on finding accommodation. After a few minutes, I came across a small hostel that looked clean and welcoming.
I went inside and was greeted by a smiling receptionist. I tried to explain that I was looking for a place to stay. Fortunately, she was very patient and showed me the available rooms. I chose the cheapest one, a small room with a bed and a tiny window.
