Stay For Me Novels & Stories

Everything I know is good for me is out of reach. "You can't exactly have me, Nadine. I'm afraid it doesn't work that way." "Yeah, I know, but at least it wouldn't hurt to get a hold of you a little bit." "You’re holding me now, I believe that counts, and since I'm here for the weekend, I suggest we make the most of this opportunity." What are your thoughts?" "I think that'll be OK for me. Just let me stay here a little longer, OK." "You can stay as long as you want; there's no rush."

The company was one of the reasons to stay, and without that it was a much less desirable possibility. If I leave now, it will be so much harder to keep in touch with Francesca and Holly. Charlotte. Amos. The others who, with that one rather large road-bump and a few notable exceptions, have been companionship and support for a long time now. Aiden will be staying in London for years, of course, if he keeps up with college. That is a reason to stay. I’m just not sure I want another season like this one. It is unlike anything else I have ever done.

my subconscious asked me. I exhaled, forcing the words to come out of my mouth. “Celeste, I have something to tell you.” Her smile dropped as she focused on me, her brows furrowed. “What is it, Liam? You’re beginning to scare me right now.” “Oh, no, don’t be scared. It’s just, uh... uh... you said you had to stay here for three months. Well, it’s just been a week, and, uh...” “Liam. What is wrong? Do you want me to extend my stay? I don’t mind. I can stay here even forever if you want me to,” she wiggled her brows, her eyes hopeful.

The two of them smiled at each other from time to time, and the air was thick with that cloying scent of love. So Theo was being treated at this hospital, too. I lowered my head, clutching my aching stomach, and hid around a corner. For some reason, I didn't want to face them. It made me feel sick. Ironically, they stopped by the window and didn't leave. They even started chatting casually. Theo spoke first, his voice weak. "Thanks for everything, Bianca. I didn't expect that you'd stay by me in the end. Honestly, you're the person I've let down the most in this life."

I rushed to fill it, not wanting him to misunderstand. “I know you’re busy, Ram. You don’t have to stay,” I said quickly. “There are people here. Nana Fe, the kids. I’ll be fine.” He turned his head then, eyes finding mine, and something in his expression softened, something that felt like a sigh he didn’t quite let out. “Then we’ll stay.” I blinked. “Wait—you mean you’ll stay too?” He nodded once, the corner of his mouth tugging upward. “Yeah. A week, two. However long you want.”

“You don’t give up.” I smiled faintly. “Maybe I’m just stubborn.” “Maybe,” he said, his lips twitching into a rare smile. The moment stretched between us, the silence filled with things neither of us dared to say. Finally, I broke it. “Alex, I’ve been thinking,” I began, choosing my words carefully. “I want to stay. At least for now.” “You are already staying; what do you mean?”

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

Not speaking, just staring - every ounce of longing and ache poured into that one still gaze. Back then, during each emergency, I showed up without being asked. Not once did I vanish when things got messy inside those meeting rooms. Even on nights stretched thin with worry, my presence didn’t waver. It wasn’t anyone else holding that space. Just me, every single time. While she stood there already planning her exit, checking the calendar like a clock ticking toward payout. Forever felt like an option. That is how long I wanted to remain. Staying was what I did. Distance came from you. Still, my place never changed. Your choice landed on someone else. Protection remained mine to give

Something makes me want to stay there in that place for so much longer. But I give him a small nod anyway. “Of course,” I whisper.

“Hold up. So basically you’re leaving, and you’ll be communicating virtually. The last time you told us that you left—” “I promise you,” I interrupted gently. “This time around, I’m going to stay. I’m going to stay.” Ava just stared at me. Then she said, “I don’t know why I feel like you’re not going to stay, but if you’re not going to stay, you can let us know. We can handle the truth. There’s nothing harder for us. With our mom, there’s nothing we can’t handle.”