And When I Try To Walk Away Novels & Stories

_*]:min-w-0"> Either way, I wasn't walking away again. _*]:min-w-0"> Not this time.

I really shouldn't care. And then I walked away.

"Enjoy the rest of the party." With a sense of pride for standing my ground, I walk away, confident in my decision.

he whispers “Don’t be ridiculous” I say, backing away. I need my distance from him I can’t think when he’s this close to me. “You’re going back to pack land in the morning, and I’ll probably never see you again. Let’s not start something just to end up broken hearted” I say as a I walk out the door and don’t look back.

I laugh, making the mood even more horrid and awkward than it was before. I pick up my shoes and hold them to my chest, "I'm going to go sit down. Leave me, because I'm not moving. I'm done. I don't care anymore I'm...done trying to spark up conversation through a rough mood like I tried the last four hours, I'm done walking God knows how many miles, and I'm done trying to cooperate with you. Just leave me here and come back when you find help if you want. Maybe now you can get more done without me in the way."

I'm leaving," I say, stepping away from him. I need to walk away before I do something I regret. I need to leave. I need to leave right now. I gather up the folder and everything in it before walking away. "Where are you going?" He yells behind me.

I had walked away once. And I would never, ever, crawl back.

And before he could say another word, I turned around and attempted to walk away… But…

And before he could say anything else, before he could try convincing me to stay…I turned around immediately and walked away quickly. Too quickly, honestly. Almost like I was running. Because if I stayed there any longer, I knew he would continue trying to talk. And right now, I simply wanted distance from everyone.

he said finally. “That’s a lie.” I snapped. “It’s not.” he retorted, and tried to touch me. “It is,” I insisted, stepping back slightly, needing space, needing distance from the way this was starting to feel too familiar, too dangerous. “Because every time you step in, it pulls me back into something I’m trying to leave.” Something flickered in his eyes then, it disappeared immediately. “And you think walking away fixes it?” he asked. “Yes,” I said immediately.