Can't Stay Away From You นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Reality was both simple and very complicated—all rolled up into one potentially explosive package. Aston had to stay in New York for another week at least. I had to get back to Florida before tonight, tomorrow at the very latest. But I’d promised her I would be there for her. I didn’t want what we had to blow up because the first time she really needed me, I had to leave her.

But right now, with my thoughts more scattered than they'd ever been, I could barely hold onto a single word he said. All I could hear were four words. Stay away from Hannah.

The rest of the meal passed in a haze, with Elio lost in thought and Ava watching him cautiously. Putting down his cutlery, Elio mused for a moment before saying to Ava, "For the next few days, stay off the upper floor, just in case... she causes you more trouble. Once she's calmed down, I'll arrange for you to move into the Manhattan apartment. It's safer there, and you won't have to suffer here." Ava nodded obediently, but a flash of resentment crossed her eyes. Elio stood up, gestured to the head chef waiting in the distance, and ordered in a low voice, "Prepare a plate of Sicilian cannoli. Make them fresh."

I just couldn't say anything to him because no matter the choice of words I used, they weren't going to make anything feel better. “Stay away from me. I don't want you to ever come close to me again.” he said. “No Jayden. How can I possibly stay away from you? I wasn't staying away from you when you were still in jail. How do you expect me to stay away from you when I will get to see you almost everyday now? Please don't do this to me, don't shut me out of your life just like that. I did everything for you, I did everything to fix it.”

he asks. "Nothing," I exhale. "I just want you to stay away from me."

But just before he stepped out, he turned again. "You're really okay?" I parted my lips. Suddenly, a thin thread of hope rose inside me. "If I weren't okay… would you stay with me?" He paused—only for a heartbeat—then smiled. "Cammy, don't be ridiculous. Rita's still waiting for me at the hospital. Go to bed early. I'm leaving." The door closed. And I finally broke. I cried for choosing the wrong man. I cried for how foolish I was—still holding out hope for someone who had already shown me the ending.

I need your attention. I need to know that I matter to you, just once. Why can’t you see me the way I see you? Why can’t you care? Every time you pull away, every time you don’t look at me, it pulls me deeper into this. I need you to notice. I need you to feel it too. But you don’t. And I don’t know how much longer I can take it.

'I want to run far, far away To a place where I feel I can stay Stay somewhere I feel welcome And not like an outcast Because it seems everywhere I go I feel like a victim eaten up fast For once I plead Someone to ask me Will you please...' The last line is not quite there. I can’t seem to reach into my mind to pluck out the correct piece in this poetic puzzle. "It's not the right time. I have to go home and do it." I couldn't think properly. The school bathroom is not a place to write poems.