Been A Long Day Without You Novels & Stories

I muttered, the realization hitting me like a summer cold. "I am loosing myself mentally because him, I can't bear to spend another day here, besides I'd rather the ground swallow me, before I beg for my job from that bully" "It will be so lonely here without you" Libby said "I'm so sorry I have to leave like this, you are both the reason I survive this long" I said hugging them "You are welcome dear" they both said "It will never feel the same without you" Libby said "We still have till the rest of the day" I chuckled trying to lift the mood.

It has been four days since Logan left for the business meeting. It may sound corny, but I’m already so dead inside without him. I miss him so much. I miss his muscular arms around me, those ocean blue eyes that would look at me ever so lovingly. I feel empty without him. The thought of him being miles away makes me down and depressed. I know I might be overreacting as he’s going to be back soon, but the past days without him were so melancholic and horrible.

Without that, everything felt incomplete, like reaching for something just out of grasp. I picked up my phone and tried again, pressing it tightly to my ear as I dialed Nic’s number. The familiar ring echoed through the silence, only to end the same way—unanswered. My heart sank with each failed call. I whispered to myself to stay calm, but tears stung my eyes. I missed him fiercely—his touch, his embrace, the way he made me feel untouchable. Without him, the bed was too big, too cold, and each passing moment made the ache sharper. I held the phone to my chest, closing my eyes, wishing it were him instead.

It was almost as if, the moment I said them, it would draw attention to the strange gulf that had formed between us. I wanted to say to her; the pain I suffered from the bond due to the distance between us, was nothing compared to the longing that plagued me during your absence. Despite the best efforts of the cooks, my meals became tasteless during the day. And the nights, they stretched into exceedingly long hours that seemed like they would never come to an end. Without you right beside me, the palace suddenly became too large, too empty. My phone, previously almost useless to me, became my most precious possession in the days you were not here.

Ari's POV It had been a week since Thorne left. Seven long, quiet days where every corner of my room seemed to ache with his absence. The bed was cold, the blankets heavy with emptiness, and even the faint smell of him lingering on the sheets had faded to nothing. I tried to keep myself busy, telling myself he must have his reasons, but the bond—our bond—was relentless. Every heartbeat, every pulse of longing reminded me that I wasn’t whole without him.

The silent, unanswered longing intensified with each passing day, leaving me with a mixture of confusion, disappointment, and an unexplainable sense of loss. I longed for his unexpected visits, the playful banter, and the underlying connection that always seemed to linger between us. But as the days wore on, his absence created an ache within me, a hollow space that was once filled with his enigmatic presence. As the days passed with an eerie silence, I couldn't shake the absence of Hector's presence. Each passing moment felt heavier, laden with a void where his laughter and teasing used to reside. My heart seemed to echo the emptiness of his sudden departure, and the once familiar surroundi

We were happy until the day she was taken from me without a reason. I missed her every day, every hour, every minute, and every second. I longed for her—her smile, her laugh, her touch, her kiss. I needed her—her warmth, her comfort, her support, and her love. I loved her with all my heart, all my soul, and all my being. But she was gone. And I was alone.

Thea, where the hell are you? It's your birthday today. We used to go to Central Park to watch the sunset, then have dinner at that little Italian place. Now I'm just sitting here alone. I ordered your favorite tiramisu. The waiter asked if I was waiting for someone. I just shook my head. How do you tell a stranger you're waiting for a ghost? One hundred days. The hundredth day without you. I'm starting to understand what it means to be better off dead. I dream of you every night, dream of our past. Waking up to an empty bed... there are no words for that kind of despair.

“I told you not to wash the dishes.” “I was bored, Marcus. I had to.” “Please go now.” He brushed a strand of hair from my face. “I really like it when you resist… especially when you like it. We’ve spent three days without kissing or touching.” How could I tell him I had missed it even more? “Marcus, for God’s sake—”

Now without her on a daily basis it felt lonely. The home was lonely. Work was lonely. In a room full of people, I was lonely. Not having her on a daily basis like I was used to, was just weighing on me. My friends tried to be here for me and tell me to be strong, my mom was here too but it was different. I yearned for Vee's voice, her laughter, her cockiness, her touch.. I even yearned for our little arguments.. Everyday.. everything reminded me of her because I was now accustomed to that. I was used to starting and ending my day with her.