Hurt Feeling Pushed Away Quotes Romane & Geschichten

Exhaling as I nod my head along with the cold words he said, “Yeah, I have nothing to say to redeem myself right now.” Feeling my chest tighten uncomfortably, I reluctantly brush his empty gaze with my quivering ones as I muster a soggy smile. A whit nervous, I joke, “All I seem to know how to do is hurt you each time and push you away. Have you always been right from the start? That’s we’re not meant for each other and I should quit my delusions and wake up.”

*How do you think she’ll feel when she finds out, do you think she’ll look at you the same *Bloody murderer “You’re pushing me away” I heard her voice suddenly, pulling me out of my toxic train of thoughts and I turned to look at her as she stood by the sink and I lazily on the sofa. “What?” “You’re pushing me away” she repeated, meeting her gaze but tearing my eyes away immediately because I couldn’t bear it “I’m not – ” “You haven’t said a single word to me since – ” my brain automatically blocks out the rest and all I could hear was a loud zing in my ears that clouded my brain until I stood immediately and grabbed my car keys.

I couldn't take it any more, I could feel myself breaking again at his sight. I walked right to him, “You were the one who pushed me away and said I should move on,” I said, pushing him backwards, “And you were the one who said you didn't care about what I do as long as it's not with you,” I muttered, still pushing him, as the tears slowly sipped down, “And you here you are complaining about it! ” “Just why won't you admit it Asher,” I pushed again, “Why won't you! ” I pushed again, as I could feel raw filtered anger boiling deep inside me, “Just admit!”

"Don't make the mistake of pushing away the people who care about you.” And I watched her go, the words continue ringing in my ear.

That stopped him. I could feel the tears stinging, threatening to rise even though I forced them back. Crying wouldn’t help. It never had. I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms, grounding myself in pain because it was easier than fear. He stepped in anyway. “You’re not alone in this, you know.” “I feel alone.” “Well, maybe if you stopped pushing everyone away......” I turned around and shoved him back, harder than I meant to. Rowan stumbled a step but didn’t fall. His eyes went wide for a second, and then narrowed again.

“What do you mean I have to stay away from him? It’s not possible! I don’t want to!” “Why can’t you?” I didn’t respond, so he continued, “Enemies have many eyes. They may not harm you physically, but emotionally, yes. They would enjoy it. They’re like worms in vegetables, always searching for a way to get in and destroy you. The more you attach your feelings to others, the more you will suffer.” I tightened my grip on the cellphone box. My gaze remained fixed on it as I listened to what he was saying. I swallowed hard.

With a heavy heart, I watched as she turned away from me, her silent dismissal a crushing blow to my hopes of removing the gap that had emerged between us. “Leave me alone, I don’t want to talk to you,” She said, her words piercing through the air like a sharp blade, cutting through the lingering silence between us. “Just stay away from me.” She added, the pain in her voice was palpable, each word weighted with a burden too heavy to bear. I froze in place, the weight of her command pressing down on me like a physical force. It was as if her words had formed an unbreakable barrier, separating us from each other in a way that felt impossible.

"You are so full of yourself. Do you for one minute think I believe those sweet words that come from your mouth. You live for danger; you live to conquer. Well, you are not climbing this mountain." "Then do answer this, why have you not pushed me away. Every time I have come to you, you are just as drawn to this danger that I present." "Maybe I too like playing games. See, my heart has been scorned far too many times. Men like you are the reason why a woman like me do not want commitment." Then, for the oddest reason, I feel a sting, a suffocating grip on my heart. It feels as if there is no air flowing to my lungs. Is this what it feels like to get rejected, to be pushed away? Is this what

“More than you know. More than I’ve been willing to admit to myself, i care about you so much it hurts.” I swallowed hard, my anger beginning to fade as confusion and something else, something warmer, began to develop. But i shook my head to not let his flowery words get to me. “Then why act like this? Why push me away, then drag me back whenever you feel like it?”

“Well… that’s because you are… a nuisance I can do without.” The words sliced me open like an actual knife. He noticed and sighed tiredly, suddenly looking worn out. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. “Just… leave it alone.” “No.” My voice cracked. “You don’t get to shut me out like this… even though you are. Usually mean to me, it's better than this.” “I can do whatever the hell I want,” he snapped. Anger flared under my skin. “You think pushing me away is going to fix anything?”