And When I Try To Walk Away Novels & Stories

I repeated, the question hanging in the air, unanswered. He walked away, leaving me to grapple with my uncertain thoughts. I exhaled slowly, releasing the tension that had been building within me. Maybe I should just go away instead of digging it deep... right?

After I started college, my mother announced that she would be giving me my living expenses in installments. "Hank, you're grown up now. To teach you how to manage your money, I've decided to give you your living expenses in installments." At first, I assumed she meant she would send my allowance once a month. At worst, maybe once a week. But on the day I checked in, she walked around the cafeteria, then transferred $6.80 to my bank account. I stared at her in confusion. "Mom, you sent the wrong amount." She shook her head with a smile. "Silly boy, that's your lunch money for today. I already picked out the cheapest meal for you. Just get the set lunch from that place. From now on, you

I took a step back, let go of the door knob and walked away, knowing my actions would have consequences. Consequences I may not be strong enough to bear.

I push back my chair and walk away from the garden, letting my feet carry me wherever they want. I just need to get out of here.

I push back from the booth, my legs moving before my brain can catch up. I'm walking away. Yes! I'm fucking walking away from... Wait. Am I really? Because I don't think I'm moving.

she shouts at me as I walk away, but I don’t stop, breaking into a run as I try to get away as fast as I can. Everything is crumbling.

“I need some air.” Ignoring their calls, I walked away from the table, the laughter and music fading behind me. Each step felt heavier than the last, and I pushed through the crowd, searching for an exit. The hall felt suffocating, a reminder of everything I lacked. I stepped outside into the cool night air, the stars twinkling above—a stark contrast to the turmoil inside.

I don’t want to make things worse. However, I do pull my hand away, rubbing my wrist, “I’ll be back.” “You just told us there were disappearances and now you want to go out for a walk?” He demands, his voice dangerous. I clench my jaw and start walking, “I’ll be fine.”

I drastically wiped them off and walked away from him. I know that's what I'm good at— walking away to keep myself from pain. Sometimes it is better that way than defending yourself rather than ending up being hurt and disappointed. How I wish it was so easy to walk away from their lives too because honestly, I was so tired of all this shit.

Celeste probably doesn't want any of you to get back in time because she can't wait for all of you to end up in community college with me! The moment Mona said this, the classmate who tried to talk everyone into letting me go suddenly stopped. I watched as everyone turned to look away from me, and I clenched my fists so hard that my fingernails dug into my flesh. As the sky darkened, it grew closer and closer to the train's departure time.