So You Say You Want To Get Away の小説・ストーリー

I want my freedom but how do I even get it? I turned and faced my father fully. “Father, I don't know what to do. I don't want to stay here. I want to get the hell out of this place. I don't like it here at all. I keep seeing their faces everyday and it's annoying me. Father, please, I want to leave.” I begged him. There must definitely be a way. There must be a way he could talk to them about it and they would let me leave. He has to do something. I can't take this any longer.

“You don’t have to do that alone. You could’ve talked to me.” “I know. I just… didn’t want to bring that heaviness to you. But when I saw your messages…” He sighed. “I realized I’m making things worse.” “Come on,” she whispered. “You could never burden me.” Something warm unfurled in his chest. He cleared his throat. “Listen… I’ve been thinking, and I want us to get away for a few days.” “Get away?” She sounded confused — but curious. “Yeah,” he said, voice softening. “A resort. Warm air. Water. Just you and me. No stress. No guilt. Just… us.”

No, I want you to do that thing that you have always wanted to do, I want you to move out and be with the man you want, you have never loved me, and that is why you hurt me in the worst way possible, so leave, leave and never come back, I don't ever want to see your face again. "What if I say I don't want to go? "Then that is your cup of tea, you will really not like what you will be seeing from henceforth if you insist on staying, you don't have any friend here, from time to time my mother and siblings would visit, from time to time my friends would visit and you would be alone, it would be worse for you, so just leave and never come back, you don't belong here.

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.

“Can I take you up on that offer?” Arlo raised an eyebrow. “The hug? I think we already—” “No,” she said. “The other one.” He blinked. And then—just barely—his breath caught. “You mean… when I said we should run away?” “Yeah.” He didn’t speak. Just waited. “I want to go somewhere,” she said. “Away from this apartment, from the mess I’ve made here. Away from feeling like every version of myself is watching me fail.” Arlo’s expression didn’t change, but the emotion underneath it pulsed stronger. “You want to run away with me?”

The conversation was a rich tapestry, woven from the threads of hope and possibility, and Delia felt herself becoming lost in its intricate patterns and designs. As they wrapped up their conversation, her friend suggested, "Why don't we take a mini road trip this weekend? Just you and me. We can go somewhere you've always wanted to visit. It'll be a good way to clear your head." The idea was like a breath of fresh air, a chance to escape the confines of her current reality and explore the wider world beyond.

“If you do, then you will leave right now, get on that plane, and go have your fun, and let me handle things… Can you do that for me?” “And don’t tell Sommer or anyone… Just go out and get into your car and drive out… not even mother.”

---I get up from my chair, grabbing my purse. "What do you mean?"--- My cousin stares at me in confusion. "I just want to leave."--- I blatantly lie, taking the money to pay for my drinks. I just want to get away from Ethan Salvatore, from my thoughts. I just want to get away from him, from our past, or from this abnormal fire that ignites every cell in my body. "We've barely arrived."--- Argue. "I'm tired, the day was extremely tiring."--- I give the first justification that comes to my mind.

I said finally. “Start with today,” he said simply. “What do you want to do right now?” I hesitated, unsure how to answer. My mind raced through practicalities—chores, errands, responsibilities—but something deeper tugged at me. A part of me wanted to step away from all of that, just for a moment, and feel something other than the weight of my circumstances. “I want to get out of this house,” I said, surprising myself with the admission. “Just for a little while.”

Gina’s voice is soft. “You know what I want to do right now?” I blink. “I want to pack everything up and leave this godforsaken town. I want to go somewhere far away. I want to go to all those places I’ve always wanted to go to. I just want to live life on my terms while I still can. Away from everyone who wants to use me and humiliate me and hurt me all the time.” The very thought of dying in this town where only one or two people will actually give a flying fuck makes me feel suffocated.