Novel & Cerita Stranger Things Should I Stay

That makes my chest tighten. "Maya—" "Don’t." She stands up. "Don’t say something you’ll regret." "I won’t." She looks down at me. "What are you going to do now? Stay? Leave?" I think for a moment about the road, about running. "I guess I’ll stay." Her eyes widen in surprise. "Stay?" I nod. "Why?" I take in her face in the moonlight, the fire in her eyes. "Because I’m tired of running. And because—" I pause.

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.*

"Like what you said, your choice won't make a difference whether you go or not." "Your point?" "Why don't you enjoy your stay here instead of just moping around and doing nothing. It's not like this will last forever." He said before he went by me and headed for the stairs. He paused at the edge of the stairs as he turned to me. "And if you do decide to stay, then learn to embrace the truth." His words carried a sort of message that I hadn't thought of before. He's got a point. Whatever I do here, as long as the orb hasn't recharged, I can't leave so why don't I just enjoy it?

“If you are scared, we can leave. You don’t have to stay here, Isla. We can go somewhere safe.” I shook my head, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. “No,” I whispered. “I have to stay. I have to clear my name.” Stefan watched me for a moment, his eyes filled with concern. “Just... be careful, okay?” he finally said, his voice quiet. I nodded, bidding Stefan farewell. I knew he meant well. But even if I wanted to leave, to get away from this nightmare, I couldn’t. Not until I find the real murderer.

Just the plain fact of being seen clearly for the first time. That was not nothing. I told Ethan that evening that things were moving toward resolution, in the careful honest way I had tried to tell him everything throughout this. He listened. He nodded. Then: “Does that mean we can stay in New York now?” “I’m thinking about it,” I said. “Okay,” he said. “Because I told my lab partner at school that I might be staying and she said if I leave before the science fair she’ll never forgive me.” He picked up his engineering

“Don’t make this about you.” He was quiet for a long moment. Then, “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. It was my decision.” “Still.” I didn’t respond. Didn’t trust my voice. “Why did you stay?” he asked quietly. “I don’t know.” I finally looked at him. “I should have left. Should have caught a flight. Should have saved everything. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t leave you like this.” “We barely know each other.” “I know.” “We signed rules specifically to stay away from each other.”

"W-We're going home. We have already spent 13 days here. I also have work to go back to. After all, the next 15 days of our one-month truce will also be in Manila.” He hugged her tighter. "Is that really what you want to do?" Elroy is asking her if that is really what she wants to do. She removes his arms around her and faces him. "There are things and circumstances we cannot avoid. So what we have to do is face it.” Elroy nodded his head. "If that's what you wanted. All right. We're going home." “Tomorrow.” Elroy frowned at what she said. "We will go back to Manila tomorrow. We will bid goodbye to sister Mabelle and the children after lunch.”

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

she finally says, "I think you will be. It just might take a while for you to actually feel better." "We'll both be all right," I murmur. Even though my gaze is focused on the concrete path stretched out in front of me and the other students walking past, I don't register any of it. My brain is operating on autopilot. "Are you going to reach out to him?" she asks. I shrug. "He doesn't want to see or talk to me right now, and I feel like I should respect that decision." "Yeah," she says with a sigh, "there's nothing worse than being reduced to a stalker."

"We can get out of here." "No, we can't leave," I said. I just remembered I haven't heard from my mom. I will call her once I get home. "You can go out and call her now if your mind isn't at rest." Adam suggested. "If we leave, people will think something is wrong. We just started eating, we can't waste the food. "You're right," Adam said, letting out a sigh. "We'll stay, let's finish the food quickly and leave then. But please, if you need to talk, I'm here for you. I know this can't be easy for you."