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

she murmured, voice lower than usual. I let out a slow breath, nodding once. "Yeah," I said, forcing myself to step away again. "One at a time." And then, without giving myself another fucking second to make a mistake— I turned. And I walked away. Even though every part of me— Every single fucking part of me— Was screaming to stay.

You want me to lie here You say 'Its okay' When I wanna rip all the doors off this place Set it on fire and just walk away So I can feel anything else but this weight Cause I let you in, when I needed space And you crossed the line when I pushed you away How could you? How could you

he says again, quieter. Then he turns and walks away. I sink back onto the steps as soon as he’s gone, the cold seeping deeper now, settling into bone. The ground in front of me blurs as I stare at it, vision unfocused. No matter what I do, the damage keeps finding me. I work hard. I feel stuck. I push people away. They come back. I work harder. It doesn’t matter. I sigh, long and tired, dragging a hand down my face.

With deliberate steps, I turned away from the taunting facade of the VIP room, leaving behind the ghost of what could have been. As I walked away, the distant strains of music seemed to fade, replaced by the hushed whisper of my breath. The cool air outside embraced me, offering a brief respite from the suffocating tension within those walls. In that moment of retreat, I found strength—the kind born from choosing to protect my own wounded heart.

I am such a bad person. Pushing all the thoughts to the back of my mind, I finally push the door open and drag my feet inside, crashing against the wall as soon as I walk in. I don't even have anywhere to go from here, I can't possibly go back to my mom, right? I don't know where to go, but I also don't want to stay here any longer. I am only going to keep hurting him for as long as I'm here, so isn't it better to just walk away from his life and never come back?

That stupid, stubborn hope, how it slices me into ribbons and pushes me off the edge all over again. Stop expecting things, Ray. For God’s sake, stop hurting yourself. “Yeah,” I say, voice thin and shaking. “I thought so too.” I walk away from the door. Down the stairs. One foot in front of the other.

“You don’t get to throw me at another man and still look hurt when I walk away.” Then I left.

Fortunately, I apologized sincerely, so he didn’t pursue it further and drove off soon after. Rylee was pale as a sheet, so frightened that her legs gave out. She collapsed straight into my arms. Guilt crept into my chest. This had nothing to do with her in the first place. She had only been dragged into this disaster because of me. Not far away, Zack was holding Lucy, who had gone limp from fright and slumped to the ground. He cried angrily. “Lucy, please stop hurting yourself like this. Come back with me. He doesn’t love you at all.”

I said, shaking my head and turning away from him. I was disappointed with him, how could he have thought to do that to me and not even try to talk to me about it. Walking away from him seemed reasonable, so why did it hurt everytime I took a step further away?

I slowly walked towards my bedroom while my steps felt like steady for the first time in days. I wasn't leaving yet. But I was done hoping. And somehow, that decision hurt more than walking away ever could.