Hurt Feeling Pushed Away Quotes Novels & Stories

The weight of guilt I was carrying on my shoulders becomes even heavier and crushes me metaphorically. “You’re not as cool as he said. I don’t like you,” Nina murmurs, and that might be the most hurtful thing I’ve ever heard someone say to me. I feel empty inside. “Let’s go,” says Justin, slipping his arm around her waist to leave. I try to step towards him and apologize, but Asheron stops me.

It felt good; I was growing to love the feeling of our closeness. As our lips touched, I watched him pull away. The heat of the moment seemingly disappearing. His eyes still on me. I could feel the hurt, creeping in. Watching him move away from me. I could feel the bond, but I wasn’t paying much attention to it now. Why had he pulled away when we touched? I studied his features, but he looked guarded. I could feel the way the rejection forced a shiver down my spine. I tried to seek out the bond, to find his feelings. However, I couldn’t seem to find it. As if I had been locked out. The thought of him locking me down, caused tears to well in my eyes. Why did he suddenly want to pull away from

“You think I don’t understand what you're going through?” “No,” I said honestly. “I don’t think you do.” “You’re pushing everyone away.” “Good.” “That’s not healthy.” “I don’t care.” “You should.” “I said I don’t.” He went silent again, and for a second, I almost felt bad. Then he spoke again. “I miss my friend.” The words hit the right spot, but I forced myself to stay cold. I had to stay cold. “That’s unfortunate,” I said. A disbelieving laugh came from him.

I removed his hand and wiped my tears, realising how broken and miserable I was. "I'm fine. Just stay away from me. Your touch grossed me." I said. He looked at me, widening his eyes. I used my fear to push him away. “I pushed you because you make me feel disgusted by your touch.” I used the moment when I pushed him away thinking of him as Stefan to make him believe my words. "My touch?" "Yes,” I wiped my tears, forcing myself to hurt him with my words. “It made me uncomfortable. Please stay away from me." I muttered and ran towards my room before he saw my tears.

“Adrian… you’re not a burden. You’re not a risk. I’m · here because I choose to be.” · “You don’t understand,” I whispered. “People who get close to me get hurt. My father. My mother. My” · I shut my eyes. · Too much. · Too raw. · He touched my wristsoft, steady, grounding. · · “Look at me.” · I shook my head. “We shouldn’t be this close.” · “Then push me away,” he said. “Tell me you don’t want me here.”

The ache in my chest was unbearable, as if a part of me was missing, like the piece of myself I had lost when I pushed her away. I buried my face in my hands, trying to stop the tears, but they came in waves, unstoppable. I never wanted to hurt you. Never... I whispered to the empty room, but the words felt hollow, like a cruel reminder that I had already crossed a line I couldn't undo. There was no going back now.

The sound of the hooves fading into the distance was like an echo of everything I had just lost. In that instant, I felt my heart shatter into a thousand pieces. But sometimes, the only way to protect the ones you love is to push them away… even if it destroys you inside.

I've accepted the pain, the rejection, the great sadness that comes towards the end. The pain in my chest, inflicted by my own self by adoring someone I knew I don't have a chance to, someone like you – is like a burning sensation that flicks inside me to push people away. To not care, to not hope. To abandon love and create a pathway of dullness. I am conscious of what I am doing. But I am fed up with people pushing me away. Let them have hope they can get me, and I will greatly make them suffer by pushing them away.

He said with emotions filled voice. I can feel he is hurting with their actions. I got up from my place and hovered over him. His hands automatically finds their way to my back. He circled his arms around my waist and pull me closer. He looked at me with hurt, and guilt in his eyes. I am happy that he is opening up to me. He is sharing his feelings with me. He pushed me away because he was hurt and I know that. I can never be angry on him. I will be with him whenever he needs.

“You matter, Aurora. Maybe more than you realize. He’s just taking too long to realize it but he will soon.” I took a shaky breath. “Then why does it feel like he’s always pushing me away? Like I’m just some obligation he has to deal with?” “Aurora, listen to me.” His voice softened. “You’re not just an obligation, and if Matteo can’t see that, then he’s the one with the problem. Not you.” “But what am I supposed to do?” I asked, feeling lost. There was a pause as if he were choosing his words carefully. “Sometimes, when people are hurting you, the best thing you can do is take a step back. Give yourself a little space from the situation and from them.”