And When I Try To Walk Away Novels & Stories

The words turned to ash in my throat. Ryan turned and walked toward the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the silence between us. I remained in the room, motionless, staring at the floor. How many more humiliations can I take? From the hall, Walker's laugh drifted up the stairs, sharp and gleeful. "You're finally leaving! You should have known my brother wouldn't keep you forever." My fingers curled into a fist so tight my nails bit into my palm. One day, I will walk away without looking back. And none of you will see me cry again.

"Go to your room. Don't bother coming out unless you have to." His words dug into me like a knife. I clenched my fists so tightly my nails bit into my palms. The pain kept me from falling apart. "I didn't do anything—" Brandon had already turned his back to comfort Hannah. No one cared to hear my explanation. I felt as though a boulder was crushing my chest. I couldn't bear to look any longer. So, I dragged my suitcase behind me and scurried back to the bedroom. The moment I pushed open the door, my suitcase slipped from my hand and crashed onto the floor. The weight on my heart grew even heavier until I could barely breathe.

Allow me the freedom to continue my life in the peace and happiness I deserve! As I stride away, footsteps echo beside me. “Walking away from me?” She continues, suddenly catching up with me. “No. Choosing the moral high ground and walking away from a situation I do not wish to be in.” I state, before continuing to walk away. As much as I wish to insult her, I bite my tongue. This woman is not worth it.

I just said softly, “I’m not disappearing. I just… need space.” He nodded once and I walked away before I could break.

“It’s clear that you don’t want me here. I’ll leave…” Shoulders stiff, I take the single most painful decision I have ever taken till date. I turn around and walk away.

But I kept going; now that they had given me, space my mind was whirling, and I could not help pressing forward. "I appreciate everything you guys have done for me. But I don't think this place is for me anymore. So, thank you, but no," I finished up in an eerie calm that sent a chill up my own spine. I stepped away from the bar and straightened my shoulders even though they felt so heavy that I was surprised I could even hold them up. With as much grace and poise as I could muster, I put one foot in front of the other, letting them take me as far away from them as they could. Walking away, I could have sworn I heard Alyssa whisper my name, but when it did not happen again, I chalked it up t

she murmured, voice lower than usual. I let out a slow breath, nodding once. "Yeah," I said, forcing myself to step away again. "One at a time." And then, without giving myself another fucking second to make a mistake— I turned. And I walked away. Even though every part of me— Every single fucking part of me— Was screaming to stay.

I say tiredly as I turn walking away from him again. And I don’t look back.

“Graham, everything that happened before is in the past now. We should focus on living in the moment. How about this? Take a month off and get some rest. I’ll be away on a business trip, and we can talk when I get back.” She didn’t even wait for my reaction before she picked up her suitcase and walked out, humming a tune. I stood frozen where I was, ears ringing, unable to process anything for a long time. I never expected that the thorn in my heart for years would be met with such a response. However, the old Lucy wasn’t like that.

Like I wasn’t a problem to be solved. I exhaled slowly, trying to shake it off. “Whatever,” I muttered. But my feet didn’t move right away. For some reason, walking away felt heavier than it should have. And I hated that I couldn’t figure out why.