When She Pulls Away Novels & Stories

Did I make her weak too? ‘Were you feeling the same as me?’ Opening my eyes to stare at her beautiful face, hair over her head, eyes closed with a… smile. How exquisite. Curling my lips upwards as well, I was about to move further but her fucking phone rang again. “Ah!” She gasped, realizing her position and pulled away quickly from me. I was about to extend my hand to bring her back but she pulled away. ‘Was I that unwanted that the second you regained senses, you pulled back?’ I thought, curling my hand in a fist and pulling it back.

She pleaded, her soaked oceanic eyes sending sadness into his soul. "Should I come with you?" "No, it's okay. I will manage well on my own." She said and freed herself with a forceful pull. "Stay healthy." She added, turning away from him and began marching towards the exist. The hand she had departed from was still floating in the air with the owner contemplating whether on catching up with her and pulling her back or not. He dropped it eventually, deciding to let her go and watched her disappear from the room.

Not pulling away. Just… adjusting. “Lucas.” He nodded once. “Okay.” No argument. No resistance. No attempt to stop her. And that alone— That alone told her she had made the right choice. --- “I’ll be right back,” she added. “I’ll be here.” She hesitated. Then gently pulled her hand away. Not abrupt. Not cold. Just… intentional. Creating space again. Even now. Even after choosing. --- Lucas was exactly where she expected him to be.

She pulled away slightly, breathing heavily. “We shouldn’t,” she said, pulling away. She waded away and held up her hand when I advanced toward her. I complied, yet I missed the warmth of her hand. “I have to think about Claire and you need to think about Clement.” Her eyes roamed down my wet body.

After this, she will fly away to gather her broken pieces and never appear again. She was still in her thoughts when she was suddenly pulled by her legs to him as his hands pulled her hands away with a tug. It was so sudden that she didn't have time to grasp his actions. Next, his hands tugged her arms around her chest now she was bare in front of him except for her bra.

she whispers. And then, as if the thought is too big, she slips out of it. She pulls her wrist free and reaches for the lock. I’m shaking. I can’t tell if it’s rage or fear or the realization that I’m losing her in front of my eyes while she’s still standing.

It was like someone had thrown cold water over her, she pushed her hands against his chest, ‘No, no, Conner, please stop it.’ She managed to wriggle under his other arm and step away and straightening her clothes, ‘Hey baby girl come back here.’ He reached for her but she stepped away, ‘No, this is not going to happen.’ She picked up her purse and turned away from him heading back to the exit, Michael moved quickly to follow her and Conner could only groan and go after her too. By the time they reached her, she was sitting in their car,

she said, her voice barely a whisper, “what’s so special about you that he took off his mask.” Then she pulled. “Aah—that hurts!” I grabbed at my hair, but she had already let go, stepping back, smoothing her own hair with a slow, deliberate movement. “Let’s say it was just an accident.” She smoothed her jacket, straightened her collar, looked me dead in the eyes. “But get away from him at your own risk.” She turned and walked away, her heels clicking steady down the corridor, each step fading until there was nothing but silence. I stood there, scalp stinging, heart pounding, my wrist still red where her fingers had been.

I reached for her arm, gently, not forcing, but she pulled away instantly, like my touch burned her. “Why are you pulling back?” I asked softly, almost whispering. “Did I do something?” It took several seconds before she answered, and when she finally did, her voice was so cold it sent a chill down my spine. “When I say I’m fine,” she said, “I mean I’m fine.” Then she walked past me, again without looking back—without stopping, without leaving the smallest opening. And again, I stood frozen, watching her back fade farther down the hall. Before I could follow her, Lorian appeared out of nowhere.

The kind that keeps everything in place. She turns and walks away without looking at me. And just like that, the room feels empty again.