By The Time They Missed Me I Was Gone Novels & Stories

I muttered to myself, the tears mingling with my meal as a sense of profound hurt washed over me. In the evening, instead of returning to the Harrison house as expected, I sought solace in an elegant bar, where I could drown my sorrows in a glass of wine. Unexpectedly, Alfred appeared beside me with a smile on his face, his presence both surprising and unwelcome. Glancing at him with indifference, I couldn't deny the captivating effect of his charming smile, even though I tried to maintain my composure. Alfred's words caught me off guard. "I called you and sent you messages on W******p, but you ignored me. It made me so sad."

I picked at my own food, appetite vanishing under the weight of their collective misery. When it was time for them to leave, I couldn't hold back anymore. I embraced my father, tears spilling down my cheeks. "Papa, please don't worry about me," I whispered against his chest. His arms encircled me briefly, his embrace lacking its usual strength. "You are braver than I ever was," he murmured before pulling away. One by one, my family members bid their goodbyes. Each farewell felt like another piece of my heart being torn away. As they walked out the massive doors, I stood frozen, watching as the last connections to my old life disappeared from view.

I'm sorry" I muttered not knowing what else to say at this situation. "You don't have to apologize." "All these times, did you miss me even if it is just for a little while" I asked him selfishly. I don't even remember him but I'm asking him if he missed me. "Every moment, I couldn't take it. Staying next to you always kept me at Peace. I had to be locked up to keep you far away from me but, the burning pain I felt in mt heart everytime I missed you is something that I couldn't explain no matter what"

They had a lot to talk about, a lot to heal from, but at that moment, as their hearts began to mend, the promise of a new chapter felt within reach. Seated across from each other, the atmosphere seemed to shimmer with a mixture of nostalgia and anticipation. Vivian's confession hung in the air like a delicate melody, a truth she couldn't hold back any longer. Her words, "I have missed you," carried a weight that transcended time and circumstance, bridging the gap that had kept them apart.

Though i like that job very much, parting with them makes me feel unhappy. Since I'm parting with my family now, i feel so so so bad, just like thousands of needle pricking my heart at a time. “ Mamma... Don't forget to have meals on time okay.... I'll miss you both very badly...” i spoke, my eyes fixed on my mom, who was on the verge of crying out loudly.

*** POV: “Izzy” They ѕау tіmе is the grеаtеѕt hеаlеr but with еvеrу dау that passed, I mіѕѕеd hіm еvеn mоrе. It hаd been thrее mоnthѕ since hе lеft, thrее months since he brоkе mу heart.

“This ugly, hollow feeling. Like when you miss someone.” My jaw tightens. “Which is fucked, because I don’t miss her. I can’t. Not after everything.” Ava’s thumb brushes slow circles over my chest. “Maybe you should let yourself acknowledge what you’re feeling. Maybe you do miss her —” “ I don't,” I cut in. “ I don't miss her.” The words come out too fast, too harsh, like if I say them loud enough, they’ll stay true. “I don’t miss her,” I repeat, my voice dropping, losing its edge. “I can’t miss someone who disappeared for seven years like I was nothing more than an afterthought. I can’t miss someone who walked away without a word when I needed a mother the most.”

Did they miss me? Gutemberg said they did, but I didn’t fully trust him. The time I spent away felt like an eternity. And the worst part? Timmy and I had fought before I disappeared. The reason? I couldn’t even remember anymore, because it stopped mattering the moment I found myself alone without any of them. It all felt so insignificant compared to what I went through, the longing that ate me alive. All I wanted now was a hug. With each step I descended, the murmur of voices grew clearer. One voice stood out, deep and unmistakable. Gutemberg. Another, laced with sarcasm and irritation, confirmed what I feared. Timmy was there too. And of course, Aaron.

It was a hug that held the weight of missed moments and unspoken conversations. In the midst of our shared warmth, his voice, still close to my ear, whispered, "I'll miss you." His words resonated with a tenderness that melted any lingering doubts. "I'll miss you too," I replied, my voice soft, carrying the echo of my own sentiments.

I wonder if I could have done more, Even though I know that we tried, I understand this is forever, I feel empty, deep inside. If only i could have told you That I love you, one more time. If only i hadn’t lost you, If only this weren’t goodbye. Mama I miss you, it's really hard here. Death changes everything. Time changes nothing. I still miss the sound of your voice, the wisdom in your advice, the stories of your life, and just being in your presence. So no, time changes nothing. I still miss you just as much today as I did the day you died.