She Said Don't Get Too Attached Novels & Stories

The movement was small, but it erased the distance I’d created. “I meant it when I said I understand,” she said quietly. There was no hurt in her voice. “You’re doing this to protect us,” she continued. “You don’t have to love me. I know that.” I said nothing. She lifted her chin slightly, steady in a way that felt far more dangerous than desperation. “I still want it.” The air tightened. “Veronica....” “I’m not confused,” she said gently. “You’ve been clear from the start. You don’t want attachment. You don’t want… this.” A faint breath left her. “But you’re still choosing us. That matters to me.”

Where did this woman get all this information from? “Don't get too attached to Damien,” she warned, her tone laced with trump as she flaunted her ring. The words hung in the air, a puzzle piece in a game I hadn't realized I was playing. But why would I? Damien wasn't even on my radar… or was he? “Why would I get attached to him?” I asked, my voice tinged with skepticism. There was a knowing glint in her eyes that sent shivers down my spine, like she held secrets I wasn't supposed to know.

she said. “Get out.” I snapped. Almost immediately, my smile disappeared completely this time. And for the first time since this nonsense started, her eyes looked genuinely cold. She walked past me slowly, then paused at the doorway. “You should be careful not to mistake kindness for attachment.” And then she left. I stood there frozen long after the door shut. Annoyingly my chest felt tight, my throat burned, and the worst part? The absolute worst part? I wanted Matteo to come back, not because I missed him.

“This bond isn’t empty.” “It should be.” “No.” She looked at the stones. “There’s an emotion inside it.” I stared at her. “What emotion?” “Attachment.” I stepped closer. “To what?” “I don’t know.” She touched the tether. The air changed. Her eyes widened. “Someone made this bond with a feeling attached to it.” “That shouldn’t be possible.” “I know.” She swallowed. “It’s like…” She closed her eyes again. “Like someone was afraid to let go.” I looked at the training stones.

she said. I saw her almost close to tears and I felt guilty that I had pushed her away. “I do,” I said as I wasn't sure what to do or say to convince her. I wanted to reach out to her, but I couldn't bring myself to move and I wasn't sure if she even wanted me to after what I did. “I have to go. It's getting late,” she said as she grabbed her keys then made her way out the door.

"Sometimes people forget he's just a child. All they see is his position and the complications his existence causes." She resumed cutting my hair. "Sometimes I forget too." Something in her tone made me look at her more carefully. "What do you mean, complications?" "It's not my place to say." She continued cutting. "Just... be careful with him. Getting attached won't end well for either of you." I thought about Cam's bright smile and the way he looked at me like I was someone worth knowing. "Too late," I murmured and Lottie sighed but said nothing more.

“Who cares about getting to know her.” “Oh, so it’s that type of woman tonight.” “Obviously.” “Oh, here I thought you were eager to meet this gal for something more of interest.” “It is of interest.” “Very well, enjoy them while you can.” “Oh, I definitely will. And you know me, I don’t like strings attached.” “The one with no commitment is better.” “Always.” “Of course.” “It’s better that way anyway.” “I forgot you like them bond and not talking.” “Yes, the less talking the better.”

I asked finally. “Absolutely,” she said without pause. “You’re young. Go. Live a little. Don’t lock yourself up over people who don’t even bother to check on you.” I nodded slowly, even though she couldn’t see me. “You make it sound so easy.” “It is easy,” she said. “You’re the one making it hard.” I sighed. “Fine. Maybe I’ll do it.” “No, maybe. You will.” I laughed again. “You’re too pushy.”

“But I’m actually proud of you, you know?” “You are? Why?” “Yeah,” she nodded. “How do I put it? It’s nice to see you get emotionally attached to people other than me, your mum and Brian.” “What are you even talking about?” “I’m serious!” she exclaimed. “I don’t know if it’s in a good way or not but I like it. You’re not someone to allow people into your life up to the point where they get on your nerves. You just ignore people. You don’t get mad, you don’t get interested, you just never get involved with others.”

I sigh, “And no matter how I show him that I love him, it still won't be enough. But I'm just scared for Ben. I don't want him to feel neglected at a young age." "Oh come on the resemblance is beyond the word obvious." She tells me and I doubt she was even listening to what I said. "Still, I’m not going tonight." She throws me a shirt and luckily I ducked right away. "You're a party-poop." She whines. "I don't want to have dinner with him. I don't want to get any form of attachment from him." I say. "Stop with that I don’t, I don’t thing will you? What attachment? It's just dinner."