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“Leave me alone", is not a good news! "Let's be together" is not a bad news. We were made to be each others keepers. Let love lead”
― Israelmore Ayivor

“Don't allow anyone to hold you back from expressing your feelings. Maybe you just can't stand a chance of losing some friends, but if you must be truly you, you must be you! Nothing else!”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, The Book of Maxims, Poems and Anecdotes

“Let me know if there is anything I can do." "Yes." I pulled the shutter on the window. "Leave me alone.”
― Ella Fields, A King so Cold

“Just leave me alone, okay? You've been really good about leaving me alone my whole life”
― R.J. Palacio, Wonder

“كلما تتركنى فكما تترك روحى جسدى ،فأنا الأن بلا روح وأيضاً بلا جسد لا أشعر ببردٍ أو حر،فكأنى على أشواك ولا أشعر وكأنى نائم على لهب أحر من الجمر ولا أشعر ،يا كل الأقدار تحدى حدثى القادم فأنا متعطش لفرجٌ قريب ،فبجوابها تأخذنى إلى أعلى السماء وأنظر إلى الكون وكأنه طيف منعكسٌ
على وجههاالمشرق الذى كم أتمنى
أن يراودنى فى حلمٌ عميق لا أود الإستيقاظ منه ،
.كم أنا عاشق”
― omar.eldeeb

“Rylan!" Melanie squeals, high-pitched enough to break glass. "I'm, like, so sorry I haven't talked to you all night. Being a hostess is hard work." She dramatically wipes imaginary sweat off her forehead. "Anyway, I finally have some free time. So why don't we go dance, hmm?"
Gripping my waist a little too tightly for my taste, she tries to pull me back to the house. I stand strong., jerking Melanie back when I don't move.
"No thanks, Melanie." My free arm tightens around Ivy's waist. "I already am dancing with someone."
Melanie's sight flickers to Ivy, and for a moment contempt skews her big grin. But it's gone in an instant as Melanie stretches her fake smile to the point she's showing gums and asks, through gritted teeth, "Hi. What's your name?"
Ivy can tell there's something off with the girl in front of her, but she still gives her a polite greeting. "Hello. My name is Ivy. How do you do?"
Melanie completely ignores the question and turns back to me. "You never told me you invited someone else, Rylan." Melanie's smile goes harsh. "I'm sorry, but unless I give the okay, no one outside of school is invited." She glares at Ivy. "I'll have to ask you to leave."
Ivy tilts her head, befuddled at the sudden hostility. "You want me to go?"
Melanie rolls her eyes. "Uh, yeah. I just said that."
Ivy stares down at her feet, ashamed and no doubt guilty for the wrong reason. She nods. "Okay."
She begins to leave but I grab her wrist and pull her back against me. I glare at Melanie. "What if I don't want her to go?" I growl.
"Yeah, Melanie!"
To my relief, I see Aidan and Nadia wiggle through the crowd. Neither of them look very happy; Nadia's downright fuming. Despite the whole "my liking Ivy" case, she's still there for me.
"Don't go telling people they can't be here," Nadia growls, her eyes flashing dangerously. "Who died and made you think you can boss everyone around?"
"Last time I checked, this is my party, and therefore I choose who I invite or not," declares Melanie with an obvious edge in her voice.
"That's no excuse! The only reason you want her gone is so you can make Rylan your new boy toy, which he doesn't want!"
"Oh, like you know him so well?"
"I'm his best friend, bitch!"
" Excuse me!?"
"ENOUGH!"
With one word, I bring the argument to an end and all attention back on me.
"Nadia's right," I state, glowering at Melanie. "Nadia's always been right. You know one of the reasons I came, other than to show Ivy a good time? It was to tell you to leave me alone, okay? I. Don't. Like. You. So leave me alone!"
It was like I announced I farted. Everyone starts whispering with disbelief. No one has ever turned down the advances of Melanie Sweet—until now. It's turning into a night of first for them.
Melanie obviously isn't used to this, as her face reddens like a tomato, her beautifully manicured hands clench into fists, and her usually angelic face morphs into a full-blown snarl.
How sweet.”
― Colleen Boyd, Swamp Angel