If I Stay Novel Novels & Stories

Ailee whined throwing herself on the floor. " We're practically done! The rest I'll finish some other time" I said checking every single detail in my new home. " Thanks, guys it looks amazing," I said laying next to Ailee." Who is staying here today? " I asked. " Unfortunately we've to go, Annabelle has class early in the morning, I've to take her home " Luke informed. " Ailee? Are you staying? " I asked and she nodded her hand yes. " I'm going back home" I whispered knowing Ailee will kill me for leaving her here." I didn't get all my staff, so I've to go back. will be back tomorrow "

From: Kinsella Annabelle Sloane Re: Hotel Stay Good day, Ma'am/Sir! I would like to inform you that I will be cutting my stay in your hotel shorter than I have planned. I have paid the whole amount of my stay. And it's okay if you don't give the excess payment back to compensate on the trouble I caused you. Thank you very much. My whole system shivered as I read her message. She left. It took me a while to let it sink in. She left. She couldn’t stay. She left.

She ground her teeth as she started pacing the room, her plans starting to unwind. “Not yet! He can’t go. I refuse to let him go. I just have…got to speed up my plans.” She did a quick turn around and flew to her room, looking at the pills. “If Nick wants to leave, fine. But I will be damn sure that I am taking him for everything he has. He will be stuck with me for the rest of his life.” She read the instructions than grabbed the laptop, logging onto the net. “There has to be…drugs out there that would knock his ass out, right?” Terri tapped her chin as she thought it over, trying to come up with more ideas. She started her search on goggle, frowning as she was hitting nothing.

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Later, in the warmth of the November morning, she understood again what she had learned the first time and kept learning: that the thing she had been most afraid of was not the falling but the staying. The falling had been frightening in the way of all heights, immediate and vertiginous. But the staying was the longer fear, the one that required not a single act of courage but the daily repetition of it, the choosing every morning to remain in the room, and she had chosen it every morning for four years and the choosing had become the floor and the floor was

This time, he drove the knife in himself. I let out a quiet, bitter laugh. Then I opened the email that had been sitting in my inbox for five days, just hours away from expiring. [Whitney agrees to transfer to headquarters.] So those words were not that hard to type after all. I looked up at the moon, half-hidden behind thin clouds. "Nolan, I'm not that easy to handle. And from now on, I won't need you to handle me at all," I told myself. I booked my ticket for the afternoon of the second, so I did not have much time left. The moment I got back to the apartment, I quickly cleaned myself up and started packing.

"You are that woman." Clara set down her spoon. "I am just a person who stayed." The innkeeper shook her head. "There is no such thing as just a person who stayed. Staying is the hardest thing." Morwen, who had been quiet throughout the meal, spoke. "She is right. Staying is harder than fighting. Harder than running. Staying requires you to be present for everything—the grief, the joy, the ordinary days that do not ask to be witnessed." Clara looked at her. "You stayed."

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 laid back down on the couch, unable to sleep. The words echoed in my head like a heartbeat. I hate him… and I want him. I reached for the small journal I kept in my side bag. Flipped past old pages. Found a blank one. And wrote: “I’m not staying because there’s hope. I’m staying because there are still unspoken things.”