And When I Try To Walk Away Novels & Stories

JAXSON I shouldn’t have walked away from her like that. She was trying to talk me down, to chase whatever was dark in my head away with jokes and dumb questions, and I left. Walking felt easier than saying the truth, because the truth would break things in a way I couldn’t fix.

"Do not follow me. Do not come after me. Do not send Marcus or Clara or anyone else. Just leave me alone. For once in your life respect what I am asking for and leave me the hell alone." I walk away. Fast. Before he can say anything else. Before I change my mind. Before the part of me that wants to run back to him wins. People on the street stare. Probably heard everything. Probably think we are crazy. They are right. I turn the corner. Keep walking. Do not look back. Do not let myself think about the look on his face. The pain in his eyes. The way his hands dropped to his sides like I had hit him. I just walk. One foot in front of the other. Away from Adrian. Away from the bond. Away from e

And all I could think was: I’m not walking away this time.

“Amara…” But I wasn’t ready for this. Not for another round of apologies, of heartbreak, of confusion. I took a shaky breath. “I need time.” My voice was firm, even though my heart was anything but. Then, without waiting for their responses, I turned and walked away. Away from Jaxon. Away from Ryder. Away from Caden. Away from the storm threatening to consume me once again.

“I’ll go now.” I quickly walked away, not wanting to extend the conversation any longer because I was eager to go home.

Little did I realize that what I’m doing right now, walking away from Eric, is the only thing that ties me back to her. I don’t say goodbye to Bella, or to any of my colleagues. It’s not like I was close with any of them to begin with. I keep my eyes downcast and try to even my breath the entire walk to my car. When my foot hits the pavement It’s like I’ve just managed to escape. There’s no going back now. I’ll never have to step foot in that building again. In my car the tree fall and I let them fall unrestrained. I’m not even sure why I’m crying. Why is walking away from him so painful?

Scratch that, I do have quite a few things to say, but I know that none of them would help my case. So instead, I turn and walk out.

Yesterday night, I was on my way to make the necessary arrangements for my wedding. Now I was standing on the sidewalk with my suitcase, trying to figure out where the hell to go. I swallowed the lump that came in my throat and pulled my coat tighter around me. I must get moving. I should leave this place and get away from the scenery of life, which is no longer mine. I carried my suitcase and moved away from the mansion, from my past. I took the first step Then another. And only after that, with no looking behind me. ... I walked for hours.

I tell him, and I begin walking once again. Every step I take away from her feels heavy. Like my feet have been filled with lead. My body is screaming against me leaving, especially when my mate is in a delicate state. It’s as if the very fabric of my being is fighting against me. Against walking away from this hospital. We get outside, and I rush to get away from the suffocating atmosphere. I quicken my steps, hoping that the need to stay will ease if I can just put some distance between me and Sadie.

I can’t let him see me breaking. So I turn and walk away. Even though every step feels like I’m leaving pieces of myself behind.