Walked Passed Or Past Novels & Stories

she added before she started walking away from me. "My wife," I called her out, but she didn't look, so I shouted because she was far away from me already as the light started to blind me, "Colleeeeeeeennnn....."

Not⁠ because‍ the pas‌t disap‍peared. But beca⁠us‍e it no lon⁠ger ca‌rried her. At the doorway she paused⁠. ‌L‌ooked back once. Ju‍st once. Enou‌gh to acknowledge⁠ it. Then she said quiet⁠ly “I’m not her an⁠ymore.” And she left‌. The do⁠or closed behind her. Outside the a‌ir felt dif‌fer‌ent. Cleaner.‌

Then he nodded once. And walked through the gate.

"Really?” He glanced at me sideways. "You said don't bring up the past." His voice was easy now. Too easy. The particular kind of easy that Kayden weaponized when he wanted to be infuriating without being technically rude. "I'm not bringing up the past. I'm just walking. In silence. Like you wanted." "I didn't say—" "Arrivals is this way," he said, and kept walking.

He walked toward him. Not a decision in the deliberate sense. The kind of thing that had been decided at some prior moment he had not been present for, or had been present for without recognizing it as the moment of decision, and had only now arrived at its execution. He walked and the space diminished in the ordinary increments of steps across a floor and then there was very little of it and then there was none. They stood.

And with that… I walked out.

so technically it was his right to look after her and away from me "splendid!" I said as I forced myself away from her and walked downsta. t ot. ded ugh . g with.it. . ve.se . t. y ut. ai. t ot. ded ugh . g with.it. . ve.se . t. y ut. ir. t ot. ded ugh . g with.it. . ve.se . t. y ut. I forced myself away from her and walked downstairs

Then, without another word, I stepped past him. “We’re done here.” But as I walked away, I knew—this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

"Zeke, are you sure you want to do this?" "Did you think about that when you had your friends bully Brooke?" he shot back. Then, he gave me two choices with unwavering cruelty. "Either you walk home like this or you kneel and apologize to Brooke. Pick one." I had done nothing wrong. Why should I apologize? Taking a deep breath, I turned and walked toward the restaurant's entrance. It wasn't far, but my legs felt like they weighed a thousand pounds. Each step required all the strength I had left. When I finally reached the door, I realized it was raining.

“I don’t need one from you.” And then he walked past me. How had I let this happen? Did I just dig the grave for own my kingdom?