All He Did Was Step Back Novels & Stories

He said , I kept stepping back until I finally hit the wall . How cruel , He knew I couldn't hit him , That I wasn't brave enough to do that . " Please just let me leave " I beg . He stepped really close , The tip of the knife hit his chest , right in the middle . " I will hurt you " I stutter , " Try me " He whispered .

He just stood there in the open doorway with his room dark behind him and waited. We stayed like that. I was in the doorway, and he didn't move closer to fill the space he gave me. "You stepped back," I said. "At the sink." "Yes." "You keep stepping back." "Yes." He didn't deny it. "Why." He paused, looked at the floor for one second, then brought his head up and his face back at me. "Because if I don't step back," he said, "I won't stop." The words dropped into the quiet hallway and stayed there.

Straightening his posture, he took a step back. "Let’s go back."

“That’s not what I meant.” I blinked, the tension in my chest easing slightly, but the confusion was still thick. “Then... then what do you mean?” He pushed his chair back slowly and stood, his towering figure now much more imposing. I instinctively took another step back. He moved forward, his steps deliberate and slow. But I was already backing away, my feet moving on their own until my back hit the wall. My breath hitched as he closed the distance between us, each step sending my pulse into overdrive.

m. Great timing. Shit. He stepped back with a slow exhale.

But again, dangerous ground so she cleared her throat and stepped back to put some much needed space between them. But, of course that wasn't what he had in mind. He stepped forward just as Anelia with a deer-caught-in-the-headlights look, took a shaky step back. But he counteracted with his own. Anelia blinked repeatedly one might have truly thought that her eyeballs would fall back into their sockets.

I walked toward him. He coughed, then slowly, he took three steps backward. I folded my arms. “...Really?” He tried to look innocent. “What?” “You just moved.” I almost yelled. He furrowed his eyebrows. “I did no such thing.” I lifted an eyebrow. “You literally walked backwards.” “I was stretching.” My voice was deadpan. “You took three steps.” “My legs needed exercise.” I sighed. “I am not contagious.” “I know.” I gestured at him. “Then why are you standing over there?”

he said and then he walked away. I stared at his retreating back, my mouth hanging open. That was it? That was all he had to say? "Did he just…." Zara started. "I know." I was stunned. "He just…..he didn't even…." "He didn't react." "At all."

“That’s just the first step. I just want things to go back to the way they were, I want to do better.” He wanted things to go back to the way they were? What about for me? What about when I couldn’t sleep? When I had dreams? I took a step back. "I don’t know if that’s a good idea." “Just think about it?” he asked, his voice almost hopeful. I hesitated, then nodded once. "Fine, I’ll think. Now go." He offered a small, grateful smile and walked away. I let out a long, shaky breath, leaning against the lockers, trying to steady my heartbeat.

“Cause I didn't know it was you. I thought it was someone else,” “You sure?” He asked and stepped forward. “Yes,” I said. He took another step forward; I took one back. “If you'd… hmm, excuse me. I… want to go back to sleep.’ I said, but he kept walking forward, and I stepped back until I felt my back on the fridge.