By The Time They Missed Me I Was Gone นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I clear my throat and force a brow up. “You saw me only this afternoon.” He crosses the distance between us and trail a finger down my bare arm. I catch my lip between my teeth and take shallow breaths. “I miss you all the time, anytime I cannot see you. I miss you the minute you step through the door, and I missed you so much it drove me crazy when you disappeared. I miss you even when you’re here with me.” “How does that make any sense?” I whisper. “I’m right here.”

“He says he loves you, and that the chocolate bar was the best gift ever.” The women bawled their eyes out and Keith mumbled a soft thank you to Akira. He waved and began to fade, like a camera coming out of focus, becoming more and more transparent by the second. And when the women have contained themselves, Akira knew the boy had left for good. “We’re not really sure what to make of this,” One of them declared. “I don’t know how you know all that.” Akira shrugged and the women bid them goodbye after a ton of thank you’s and hugs. Gian was just shaking his head in disbelief. They went back into the car and he spoke as he turned the engine on.

I was in love in Miss Ellen, and somehow the fall had stolen that from me, but not anymore. I had regained my memory now, and it was time to do regain the time that I had lost.

And now, here he was, sitting before me, the missing piece of my past. We embraced, the years melting away as if time had stood still. There was an unspoken understanding between us, a connection that had endured the test of time. As we pulled away, his gaze softened, filled with a mix of joy and sorrow. "Mia, I never thought I'd see you again," he confessed, his voice tinged with regret. "I disappeared all those years ago, but I never forgot you. I've carried the weight of my absence with me, haunted by the memories of what we once had."

I was so happy. ~PRESENT I was on my bed and I missed my parents a lot. I was already successful but still I did not have any guts to face my parents. The next day, I took my car and headed towards my home. I missed them a lot and I could not control myself anymore. Just before I reached I changed my mind and thought of not going. But I ended up going. I parked my car and walked to the front of door. I rang the bell. After a few minutes, my mom came to open the door and when she saw me she started crying and hugged me so tightly and said, "I missed you so much my baby." I also ended up crying and said, "I missed you too mom." We hugged and cried until my father came calling my mom, "Who rang

However, I didn't dare scratch myself and pulled out my phone to call for an Uber. Unfortunately, Roseland Manor was too remote, and no drivers accepted my ride request. After waiting about ten minutes, a driver finally agreed to come, but less than a minute later, he canceled the order. That moment broke me, and I wondered why I'd been given hope only for it to be yanked away. The Uber driver did so, and so did Colleen. My eyes welled up as I crouched down, hugging my shoulders. I figured I must have looked absolutely ridiculous in that moment, crying while scratching all over like a pathetic fool.

“You are wanted. You are missed.” His chest ached, he couldn’t remember the last time anyone had said they missed him. Maybe back when he was a kid, and his mother had still been alive. Maybe when she’d sent him to the corner shop and teased that she’d miss him if he took too long. He had thought no one would ever say that again. And yet here it was, printed in black and white, carrying The Boss’s voice across the whole city.

Desperate and searching. Feeling for something that wasn’t there anymore. “They were there,” I whispered. “All of them were there…” “I know.” “No, you don’t!” I cried, tears spilling now. “You don’t know what it feels like!” My body shook and my breath uneven. “I didn’t even know,” I choked out. “I didn’t even know there were three and now… now one of them is just…” Gone. The word wouldn’t come out, because saying it would make it real. And I wasn’t ready

A look that says he still cares even though we have pulled away from one another. I almost say it. I almost tell him I miss him sometimes, that I miss the person I was when we were close, that I miss the ease, the laughter, the comfort. But I cannot. What we had is gone. It cannot come back. Too much has happened. Too much has changed. So instead I say, “Goodbye, Jonathan.” He nods once. “Take care of yourself, Char.” After he leaves, Mom walks me to my car. We hug for a long time before I finally pull away.

They never said a single word of thanks when I bent over backward for them. But now, after being burned by someone else, they came to demand that I return—like I owed them something? I let out a cold, bitter smile. "You'd better find another solution. Whatever happens to your pack now… has absolutely nothing to do with me." Then I hung up. I didn't have the time or energy to waste on them anymore — my focus had to stay on my patients. The following year, I passed the medical exam and officially became an Advanced Healer. During one of my emergency shifts, a familiar face appeared on a stretcher, unconscious.