Ignore Her When She Pulls Away Novels & Stories

He wished he could have her disappear, for she wanted that. "Let me get you down..." Adler began But she pushed his hands away, muttering, "It's okay, it's not that far of a distance," and true to her words, she did jump, landing on her feet. He resisted the urge to frown. The chance to touch her for the last time was just stolen from him. She walked around him, and he turned to keep an eye on her back as she swiftly, still facing the ground, walked past his father, who ignored her existence.

I needed to catch a glimpse of her. I wasn’t even intending to approach her but I found my legs moving towards her direction before I could stop myself. Gianna looked away first. She didn’t just look away. She turned around to leave. Not wanting her to leave so soon, I placed a hand on her arm, holding her back. Gianna paused and stared at the place where I was holding her. I let go immediately and she resumed walking. I followed after her. “Gianna, wait up please.” She ignored me. “Gianna.”

Every moment. I didn’t disappear. I didn’t pull back. I stayed. She knows it. That’s why this is hard. Her hand moves again. Without thinking. To her stomach. And this time— I don’t miss it. Not even a little. I don’t say anything. Don’t ask. But I clock it. File it away. Because that’s not nothing. That’s never nothing. Her hand drops quickly when she realises. Too quickly. Yeah. There’s something there.

She asked and she was about to take a peeked on the soccer field but I quickly grab her arm and pull her away in the soccer field. "Hey, Hiro. What are you doing??" She asked. "I'm taking you away!" I yell at her. "What!?" I released her when we got in front of the empty room. "Don't follow me," I told her, then I walk away, but I heard her footsteps following me. "I told you to do not follow me." "Whatever you say, Hiro. About that what happened yesterday, I am so sorry. Okay? Are we cool now?" She asked and she keeps asking but I just ignore her. My mind is in a mess right now because of what I saw.

He prompted ignoring her disagreement. “Ah... yes” she ran forward forgetting to reprimand him. He followed with a smile. She opened the letter box and the buzzer unlocked. She hurried pressed hers and looked at him. “Give it to me” frustrated by his sloppiness she snatched his buzzer and pressed it down “I’ll keep this from now on.” “I’d like to hand over everything including myself” he smiled evilly as he leaned closer to her. “Ah...” She took a step back ‘Hopeless! I’ll just ignore him’ she thought as she turned her focus towards the letter.

Not outwardly. But I felt it. Saw it in the way her focus shifted. The way her shoulders eased. She looked at me like she was actually considering it. Like she might step forward instead of back. I closed the distance slightly. Not enough to crowd her. Just enough to make the moment real. She didn’t move away. And for a brief, precise second— this worked. Then her phone buzzed. She ignored it. I did too. Another notification followed. Louder. Persistent.

“If you’re finished, I have things to do. You should get back to yours.” Then, she turned and started walking away. I stood there, watching her leave. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to react. Why does it feel like I’m the only one affected? “Stop,” I called out, catching up to her. She didn’t stop. Did she not hear me? Or was she ignoring me again? “I said stop!” I moved again, grabbing her arm and pulling her back. She faced me once more, irritation finally crossing her features. Her eyes were fiery, and I hated that she wasn’t scared.

Ignoring her words, I shut the door behind me, heading to my car and driving off. Soon, I was parked in the hospital compound. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. As I approached the hospital entrance, she stumbled into me. Our arms brushed, her breath warm against my neck. I slowly shoved her aside, my gaze widening in shock. "What are you doing?" I asked, a bit perplexed. She ignored me, attempting to hit my shoulder once more before I abruptly yanked her hand away. Her face darkened instantly, her gaze widening.

“So you can’t just keep pushing me away like I don’t matter. We are family.” I looked at her and realized something simple. She wasn’t listening to me, she was listening to the version of the story where she still won. I stepped past her this time and she grabbed my arm. “I can make you happy,” she said quickly, almost desperately now. “You just have to let me.” I didn’t turn around. “I don’t want you to try,” I said. Her grip loosened slightly. “I want you to stop,” I added. Then I pulled my arm free and walked away. The corridor felt quieter after that or maybe my mind was just louder.

Bad timing. Averting my gaze to her face, refusing to look away, I said, “We need to get you dressed. You’re cold.” I didn’t wait for her to respond. Instead, I dashed to her closet. Mourning the loss of her warmth, I chose some things that appeared to be comfortable. On my way back, I kept my gaze trained on her face. She was quiet when I slipped the t-shirt over her head. She took the pajama bottoms from me, pulling them swiftly over her boxer panties. Distracting and tempting. Once again, I looked away.