And When I Try To Walk Away Novels & Stories

My footsteps echoed down the hall, each one pulling me farther from him, farther from the temptation of his touch, farther from the chaos I kept trying to outrun. And as I walked away, all I could think was this: If he reached for me one more time… I wouldn’t have been able to go at all. It finally felt like I could breathe when I walked out of the house, the air finally returning to my lungs in full force. “fuck” I muttered, finally letting my legs give out “that was close” I muttered, rushing home so that I could get the hell out of here. there was absolutely no way I was going to be able to stay here, at least not for now.

I wasn’t running from something I couldn’t face. This time… I was choosing. Choosing to walk away. Choosing to let go. Choosing my way out.

He walked away. I stood there, frozen to the ground. What do I do? TBC

“Don’t walk away from me. Not like this.” “I’m not walking away from you,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’m just… taking a walk. I need some air.” I turned and walked away, leaving him standing there in the dark, a solitary, heartbroken figure. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. If I did, I would see the pain in his eyes, and I would crumble. And I needed to be strong. I needed to figure out if I could forgive him. If I could live with the fact that he had hurt me in a way I never thought he would. The walk back to the dorm was a lonely, painful one, each step a heavy, burdensome weight. The night, which had started with so much promise and victory, had ended in a crushing, heartbreaking defeat

And this time, when I walked away… I was never looking back.

Because the more he refuses to walk away— The harder it becomes… For me to leave.

I stumbled, knees buckling, but when he tried to steady me, I pushed him away. “Don’t touch me.” “You can stay the night—” I didn’t let him finish. I walked out. Each step shattered something inside me. But I didn’t look back. Goodbye, Lucien.

“Before someone else sees it.” And I walked away.

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

I stepped away from the wall, smoothed my top down, picked up my bag from where it had slipped off my shoulder, and turned away from him. I took two steps and stopped. Didn’t turn around. Just tilted my head slightly so he could hear me clearly. “Next time you want to make me feel cheap in front of a room full of people,” I said, “remember that I’m the one walking away right now. And you’re the one standing there hard and alone in an empty corridor.” I walked away. I didn’t look back.