Push Someone Away Novels & Stories

"But she could be right." My mouth dropped open. "In what regards?" "Living removed from everyone is easier. It doesn't negate the safer part of my statement, but it is easier. If you don't love anyone, they can't be used against you. So what's the best way to do that?" "Push people away," Willow said softly. "Especially if you think it's for their own good." Mags nodded. "They're pretty lies we tell ourselves. Ways to guard our own hearts. Reasons not to be vulnerable."

Instead of letting the pain slow me down, I let it push me. I refuse to stop until I'm as far away from the pack as I can get.

I stared at him. “You’re not listening.” “No—you’re trying to push me away.” “Yes!” The word came out louder than I expected. Because it was true. I was pushing him away. On purpose. Because that was the only way to protect him. “I am,” I admitted. “And you should let me.” “No.” Why was he making this so hard? “Why?” I demanded. “Because you’re not thinking clearly.” “I’m thinking clearer than ever.” “No—you’re scared.” That hit.

But firm. “Stop.” The air feels heavy now. Thick. Valeria looks at him differently then. Not playful. Not teasing. Almost sad. “You always do this,” she says quietly. “Push people away when they get close.” “I’m not pushing anyone.” “You are.” She glances at me. “He thinks distance protects you,” she says. “It doesn’t.” I hate that part of me believes her. Lunch ends awkwardly. No one eats much. When we stand to leave, Valeria touches my arm gently.

"So you pushed me away?" "I gave you space. Or that's what I told myself. But yes. I pushed you away because I was terrified of being rejected. I thought if I kept my distance, if I handled everything through lawyers and kept it professional, maybe it would hurt less when you officially chose to cut me out." "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard." He laughs, bitter. "I know. Believe me, I know." "I spent weeks thinking you didn't want me. That the baby was an obligation you were managing from a distance. That I was just another business transaction."

“And you think you’re less. When you keep pushing people away, Nick, they eventually get the message.” He tightened his hold on her, pulling her deeper into his embrace. “I’m not pushing you away. I’m not. But you’ll go anyway, no matter what, so why don’t we leave it alone for now?” She flexed her hands across his back. “Sounds like a plan.”

We talked about the old days—turning over photographs, one by one. Each picture carried a memory, and the memories never seemed to run out. The moon slowly began to set, and my body started to turn transparent again. "Greyson," my voice was fading. "I have to leave now. The Moon Goddess is calling me." He frantically tried to grab my hand. "Don't go! Stay with me a little longer..." I smiled gently, my body beginning to drift upward, out of my control. "Millie, let me hold you one last time," he cried out.

Is this even worth it? " I'm sorry." I sigh and push him away from me. " You need to stay away from me. Far away from me."

After he pulled away there was a playful smile on his lips and his eyes looked at me as if they were about to pierce me, he finally said "The more you push me away, more dangerous it gets." I didn't have time for him so I pushed him away and this time his grip was not that tight so it was easy for me to escape too. I knew it was useless to reason with a man like him so I slipped out of his grip and went for the more important work that was at hand.

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.