Novel & Cerita If I Stay 2

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.

Not the contract version of staying. Not the arrangement version. Just: stay. With me. For as long as you'll have it. Which I intended, if she said yes, to interpret as a very long time.

If she leaves, she won’t ever know how I feel. “Then I’ll stay.” “Please stay and I promise I will not touch you.”

When did he become not serious? Why did he know it? " N-no thanks," I stuttered and shot up from my seat. "I can rent a hotel until I can find someplace to stay in." I formed my lips into a thin line. He nodded, I am still not sure if he is agreeing. " You can stay here." He stated firmly and walked along the way. "If you don't want then I will respect your choice." He said and walked out. Why is the gravity and my heart is forcing me to stay?

To whoever comes after. *Stay.* *When someone is frightened and running and is certain that something has gone wrong with the world's design, stay. Do not chase. Do not force anything. Simply stay present, available, warm, for as long as it takes for the other person to understand that staying is real and is not going to stop being real.* *That is what I learned, from Elara, over sixty-eight years. Everything else, the network, the rooms, the policies, all of it, was built on top of that single thing: someone staying, long enough, for someone else to understand that the staying was permanent.*

She needs me. “Now, let’s proceed shall we.” “Should I leave?” “No. I think you need to stay.” Okay then.

It wasn’t a question. She was still looking at the window. “No.” “Stay.” I said simply. “Stay.” I said it simply. “You can spend the night, there’s obviously space.” She turned to look at me. “Hmm. Great idea.” Completely flat. “I mean it.” I leaned forward. “Please stay.” I added the please with just enough mockery that she’d know I meant it anyway. She looked back at the window. Then at me. “If it stops before ten I’m leaving. If it doesn’t…” she pointed at me “we try every alternative in the universe before I decide to stay.”

he said to me. "If you reach want to stay here,you have to make me believe that you really want to stay here,your word is not enough"he added

He stops as he stares at me wide-eyed. “Okay.” “Really?” “Leo, I love you. I’ve always loved you and if you’re willing to work on things and love me in the way I need then I’ll stay. This conversation won’t fix everything but maybe we can do therapy and build from these last few months.” “You’ll stay?”

My sarcasm was obvious. “She will.” He insisted. “She's aware I'm married. She knows it meant nothing. It was a mistake.” I shook my head. “Whatever. I don't care anymore.” I took a slow breath before speaking again. “But here's what I've decided.” I kept my tone as calm as possible. “Until you've sorted all of this out… I'm staying here. You can visit.” I paused. “Twice a week.” His eyes widened. “You have to be kidding.” He actually laughed. “Even if you stayed here, I'd see my baby every single day. Twice a day if I have to.”