When I Try To Walk Away You Hurt Yourself Novels & Stories

"I'm surprised you could even walk." "It wasn't hard," I lie. I can feel pain whispering to me. It's begging for attention, but I refuse to grant it. If I do, I'll sit down on the forest floor and I won't get back up again. "Hurry up then." He starts walking away, not giving me another look. I could either turn around now, except my failure and crawl back into bed. Or I could go with Kaan and see what he gets up to when he leaves the house.

“No.” He shoots to his feet and comes over to me. Grabbing my hand, he pulls me to my feet. His blue eyes dig into mine as he looks down at me. “Why, then?” Why? Because no matter how much I want to stay by your side, I can’t afford to be so selfish. If something happens to you because I didn’t give you space to heal, I’d never forgive myself. So I’m walking away right now, before it’s too late.

Everything hurts and walking is a struggle. I want to lay down. I want to rest more than I have ever wanted anything in my whole life. And I want Ryan to hold me while I do. And I want to not want Ryan to hold me. I try to shake the thought out of my head. I don't want to think about him. It's distracting, and not in a good way. So, instead, I focus on walking-- on forcing myself to put one foot in front of the other.

I retract my hand, wanting to disappear. Oh my god, this is so painful. I'm just gonna walk out the door and leave. That's okay, right? This is so embarrassing. Shit, this is the worst thing ever. I need to leave. "Your experience is not enough. You're no use to me." I gulp. He's not finished insulting me.

I can’t let him see me breaking. So I turn and walk away. Even though every step feels like I’m leaving pieces of myself behind.

I drastically wiped them off and walked away from him. I know that's what I'm good at— walking away to keep myself from pain. Sometimes it is better that way than defending yourself rather than ending up being hurt and disappointed. How I wish it was so easy to walk away from their lives too because honestly, I was so tired of all this shit.

I stumbled, knees buckling, but when he tried to steady me, I pushed him away. “Don’t touch me.” “You can stay the night—” I didn’t let him finish. I walked out. Each step shattered something inside me. But I didn’t look back. Goodbye, Lucien.

I jump with all my strength until I land on the ground. I fall down with a loud thud and scrap my knees . My face hits the rose bushes and the rough thorns prick my cheeks. "Shit ,"I curse for the first time to myself . It hurts like hell and I'm now starting to reject my decisions . I should just go back but it's already too late . I can't fall and hurt myself for nothing . I need to leave ! I need to escape this place. I stand up with my all strength and start walking with a limp . I don't know how or how long it will take me but I need to get out of pack grounds tight now.

I stood still, the world fell silent and I could maybe hear my own pulse pick up but it wasn't enough to make me turn around, I couldn't look at the doings of my hand, the impact was in the knot that twisted painfully in my chest. I knew what this was, you feel hurt and try to make the next person feel as hurt as you. I wasn't going to bite into it, it wasn't true even though all my instincts screamed otherwise. I clutched my bag strap harder and walked out of the restaurant. What Harper just said was impossible.

Trying to bury herself in the grave of love, using it to escape her pain. Why don’t you understand, Xanthea? I can be your crutch, but I can never be your legs. I can carry you in my arms and walk with you into the endlessness for eternity. But I can never take even a step on your behalf. No matter how painful it gets, you’ll have to walk for yourself, because when I am gone, you’ll have to stand on your own two feet. I shut my eyes, trying to gather myself, and then turned to leave.