Novel & Cerita Hurt Feeling Pushed Away Quotes

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.

She whispered to me. “You.. I didn’t want to share my pain with…with you. I pushed you away. You shouldn’t have butt in… you should have stayed away. Now look at what you have done. You have involved yourself now I have to hold you responsible for whatever happens to me. You fool. You idiot. Do you know how hard it is to have to blame you, to blame my best friend. It hurts. It hurts so much and it’s all our fault. I…Hate you.” Was the very last words on her lips before she forced me away and asked me to leave.

"She's pushing me away because she thinks she's too damaged to be worth loving." "And how do you feel about that?" The question is so straightforward it catches me off guard. When's the last time someone asked how I feel instead of what I'm going to do about it? "Like I'm losing her all over again," I admit. "Like I fought to bring her home just to watch her disappear anyway." Harper nods like this makes perfect sense. "That must be incredibly frustrating." Frustrating. It's such an inadequate word for the tearing sensation in my chest every time Brynlee looks at me like I'm a stranger. But it's a start.

“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.

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

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 pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. But I couldn't find the words to respond. I felt numb, disconnected from everything around me. I could feel Brax's eyes on me, begging me to say something. I heard him come closer to me, going to take my hand without even looking at him. I balled my hand into a fist and said to him. "Please just leave me alone." I didn't need to look at him to know that my words hurt him. I didn't care that they did. I knew that I was doing the right thing by pushing him away. He deserved better than me. And as those words left my mouth, I told myself in my head that they would be the last words I would ever speak again.

she said softly. “I can’t.” “Still thinking?” He gave a low, bitter laugh. “Always.” She turned, her eyes searching his. “About me?” He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. Kiki crossed the room, her footsteps barely making a sound. “Why do you push me away?” “Because you make me feel,” he said, almost angrily. “And I don’t know how to handle that.” She stopped inches from him, her voice barely a whisper. “Maybe you don’t have to handle it. Maybe you just… feel it.”