When She Pulls Away Novels & Stories

“Blаkе, gеt away frоm mе. I don’t want to talk. Juѕt lеаvе me аlоnе.” I реrѕіѕt аnd whеn she рullѕ hеr аrm аwау I rеасh аrоund and ѕuрроrt hеr with a hand аt the lоwеr bасk. Mу рrеѕеnсе mаkеѕ Aрrіl ѕtumblе back uр thе ѕtерѕ ѕhе саmе frоm. Shе gоеѕ іntо thе brownstone townhouse.

Hollowed out. Instead of fighting me, she turns away. She reaches for Lucas’s arm, pullling him away. That hurts worse than anything she could’ve said. Lucas hesitates, just for a breath, then let her leads hhim away without looking back. I don’t follow. I stand there under the lanterns, surrounded by murmurs and half-seen faces, watching the space she leaves behind swallow itself closed.

he said quietly. Her chest rose and fell quickly. “You’re avoiding me because you do.” “That’s not true,” she said, even though her voice lacked strength. “It is.” “No.” “Yes.” She shook her head. But she didn’t move away. Didn’t leave. Didn’t create distance this time. And that— That was enough for him. --- Before she could react— He moved again. Fast. His hand wrapped around her wrist, pulling her away from the wall. The sudden movement caught her off guard.

I said nothing but stared at her for long before slowly pulling away. “It's none of my business anymore, ; you have Juliet, and thank goodness there's Bruno; you can meet with them, but I'm done being used by you. I'm afraid I can't help you this time.” I responded before pulling away from her with a frown, removing my palm from her grasp while walking away from her. “Ethan, wait!.” “ethan!” She called me, but I picked up my pace, ready to move on to the next plan.

And for the first time since the night I lost her… I can finally breathe. For a moment, she was still in my arms, she didn’t say a word but she felt Warm and she trembled. We were close enough that I could feel the tremor in her breath against my chest. And then like a struck match snuffed out she pulled away. I pulled out of her giving her space as she pulls away from me but Not violently, Not with anger. She pulled away with that quiet, wounded care people use when they’re trying not to bleed all over you. Turing to face but her hands still in mine but

We talked about the old days—turning over photographs, one by one. Each picture carried a memory, and the memories never seemed to run out. The moon slowly began to set, and my body started to turn transparent again. "Greyson," my voice was fading. "I have to leave now. The Moon Goddess is calling me." He frantically tried to grab my hand. "Don't go! Stay with me a little longer..." I smiled gently, my body beginning to drift upward, out of my control. "Millie, let me hold you one last time," he cried out.

He looked away, finally pulling free of her grasp. Could he?

She’s keeping me at arm’s length, even when I’m right here, wanting to help her. It’s not just that I want to know what’s going on inside her head. I need to. Because every time I see her pulling away, it feels like a piece of me is drifting further from her. It’s like we’re slipping through each other’s fingers, and I can’t hold on tight enough. I can’t help her if she won’t let me in.

She removed her palms away from him and Aiden moved his palm away reluctantly, with a final squeeze. Aria was about to turn away and fled from his office, when he stopped her.

--- This time. She was finally walking away.