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

And I’ll be damned if I stick around where I’m just going to get hurt again. If we’re meant to be, the Universe will throw us back together again. I’m sure of that. I tiptoe down the sidewalk like a college girl doing the walk of shame out of the frat house and climb in Daisy, my VW bus. It starts right up, thanks to Tom. The road blurs as I drive away, but I don’t look back. I can’t. Leaving is the right thing to do, no matter how much it hurts.

Her voice telling me to be strong. To endure. To survive. I had watched her fade. Watched her disappear slowly. Watched the world move on like she had never been there. Something inside me snapped. I should walk away. That thought came. Clear. Strong. Walk away. Do not do this. If you do this, everything will get worse. They will use it against you. They will turn it into proof that you do not belong. Walk away. Leave. Right now. I could. I should.

“Maybe I was meant to be a body, not a mother, and a mistake, not a memory.” He flinches slightly, and that’s when I know I’ve gone too far. But I can’t take it back. I can’t stop. “I should go,” I say, grabbing my bag. “Before this turns into another fight that fixes nothing.” He stands too, close enough that I can feel the warmth of his breath against my temple. “You think walking away will make it better?” “It’s the only thing that’ll stop it from hurting worse,” I whisper. He nods slowly. His voice drops, almost breaking. “Then walk.”

i shouted as i tried and tried as my body started feeling the sharp pain of hitting myself against the door. "i can… open this!" i can feel the impact of the door on my body as everything started aching even further. "stop!" he begged but i ignored him as i continuously tried until i fell to the floor, exhausted. i sighed heavily as i sat on the ground, out of breath. "just go," he said, defeated. his spirit might be down but not mine. i stood up and approached him before holding his hand with my shaking hands. "i'll make another plan," i said before letting go of him and slowly backing away without breaking eye contact. despite the physical pain i'm feeling, i was able to walk away.

She asked. “Away from you.” I replied, walking away from her. “Why?” She asked again. “Cause I will do things I might end up regretting, and I don't want that.” I replied and still walked away. I got to the back door hall, closed the door behind me and punched the wall. I kept punching it so hard till I broke my bone and I was bleeding but I didn't stop. “What are you doing? Stop, you're going to hurt yourself.” A female nurse said as she was carrying a tray filled with bandages and drugs.

Because I know if I do, if our eyes meet again, I won’t have the strength to keep moving. I tell myself to put one foot in front of the other and walk away like I always have. Like I learned to, like I survived by doing. Walking away has always been my instinct, My shield. The only way I ever knew how to protect my heart when staying hurt too much but tonight, every step feels heavier than the last, and for the first time, walking away doesn’t feel like survival. It feels like losing him all over again. I had expected him to make a move or say something, but he’s been silent.

she laughed,walking away. Damn It already hurts.

“I know what a person on self-destruct looks like, OK? And baby, that is all that I see when I look at you. You carry on the way you have been? You’re going to get hurt. Bad. I’m not going to let that happen.” “Jim. Just leave it alone. Just – let me go.” “Go where?”

Walker mumbled, his voice low and defeated as he turned and walked away. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say. He's the one who can't stand me anymore… But if that's so, then why does he look like that? Why does it look like my words hurt him? Why does it hurt to see him like that?

I push the door open, step out, and walk away without looking back. ##########