Novel & Cerita When I Try To Walk Away You Hurt Yourself

When I should walk away. Why does it have to be you? The one I fell in love with. Is this the way of life getting at me? For hurting you in my past life. Please leave your thoughts about the chapter in the comment section.Thank you and Enjoy reading - T.

Like I wasn’t a problem to be solved. I exhaled slowly, trying to shake it off. “Whatever,” I muttered. But my feet didn’t move right away. For some reason, walking away felt heavier than it should have. And I hated that I couldn’t figure out why.

"You can barely stand, you almost passed out trying to walk five feet, I'm not leaving you alone in here where you could fall and hurt yourself, now handle your business and tell me when you're done." When he says things like that, I start feeling things that should never come to light.

I’ll forget why I’m angry. I’ll forget why I’m hurt. I’ll forget myself. And I might walk back out and beg him to take me apart.

I packed my suitcase and took all my belongings—not even a pin could be left behind. "Where are you going?" Eleanor walked in and saw me that way. "I am leaving." I responded without looking in her direction. "You think you can just leave like that? Why would you leave when people are getting hurt out there?" These are all strategies for me to stay back, but I had already made up my mind to leave. "I'd rather be hurt by an outsider than sit here and keep getting hurt by the people I genuinely care about." I pushed past her and walked away.

In an instant, I instinctively took a step back. "I think it's best I stay alone for now. I'm not feeling too strong because of my condition, and I hope you could give me the chance to be left alone," I explained, my voice filled with a sense of vulnerability. I walked away, leaving him standing there, as I couldn't help but feel a pang of pain deep within me. I didn't know where I was going; I simply walked, desperate to put some distance between us. I didn't want Linda to come and utter hurtful words to me.

"No, you need to be here. I'll go back with the driver." "How can I leave you alone when your condition is like this? I'm also coming with you." He says but my pain grows more making me breathless. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. Without saying anything I start to walk. Cause I don't want to become the attention seeker. I was walking but suddenly I tripped over the red carpet. And I found myself falling flat on my face. I'm Doomed. What a bad day.

"What’s wrong with you, Amee? You never behaved like this." "Well, my action is the reflection of your action," I said, looking between them. "Congratulations to both of you!" I added again, bitterly smiling. Turning my heels, I walked away from there, trying my best not to shatter like glass after all the damage that one person had done to me. * #TBC

She winked and I hugged her. When they closed the door behind them, I stood up and I tried to walk towards a hallway without touching the wall. I managed, but I leaned on a hallway wall when I reached it. I can't believe this took a lot of energy out of me but I'm proud of myself. I can walk now, all by myself without feeling my wound open. I never understood why people can't walk when they had a wound by their ribs. Now, I understand. It's hard to walk when you have a feeling that someone is poking you hard all along!

Yes, I cry in front of her, revealing how hurt and devastated I am, not even caring about how messed up I look now. And with one sentence, every connection we have is cut like a thread being torn, “I am sorry I couldn’t protect you, be happy, my Avery.” And my feet move on their own, taking every step further and further away from her. But I never look back, because if I did, I might commit a sin that she’ll never ever forgive. So I walk like there’s no tomorrow and drift further away from reality.