Come Home To Yourself Novels & Stories

Yeah, I can only fifth-wheel so much, so I made it a point that I would take the bus home. Home. Weird to think that I have this new place as my home now. But it is. It’s a safe space where I was brought back from - the brink. It feels odd to get back before Ally but it is nice to have a quiet space to myself for a bit. Thankfully it’s not too long before Ally’s mom comes back from work. It’s usually right before I start to think too much, feel too much.

It doesn’t defend itself. It simply moves differently—and lets the consequences rearrange the room. If people call that cold, so be it. I know what it actually is. It’s the warmth of finally being at home inside myself.

The feel of fullness filled me on the way back to my home. "Sorgamae Endralum Athu Nam Ooru Pola Varuma" (Will heaven be equal to our place?) My mind will flash this famous Raja sir's song every time I was returning home. Most people like me, who was staying outside their home town would have experienced the same feel. Home is always home! You won't get that peace, feel of safety anywhere else. You don't have to be cautious about etiquette and manners. You can be yourself only at your home. Nowhere else you could be free to do whatever you want and be like whatever you want to be.

Each of them used their sharpest words to defend Giada, stabbing me. Suddenly, I laughed. I laughed until tears hit the floor. "You're right. It's pretty ridiculous that I came back in the middle of the night like this." Without explaining, I just turned and walked out. Behind me, voices shouted, but I couldn't hear them anymore. Back in my cramped apartment, I collapsed onto the couch, burying my face in my knees. It was ruined. Everything was ruined. Just as I was about to give up completely, my phone, which I'd left on the side, lit up.

I look back at my food and my wolf is so warm and so settled and so completely home that I feel it in my hands and I think about Tiara saying you came home and I think that home turns out to be a person and not a place after all. This specific infuriating composed devastating person. Mine. Completely and specifically mine.

I didn’t need the assistance, but the thought was nice. “Wow,” he said, looking up. The house lit up in yellow and white lights. “Yeah,” I said softly. “I don’t like coming home to a dark house, so all the lights turn on when I enter the property. It’s safer for me too, considering I live alone.” “I think it fits you,” he answered, looking down at me. I gave a smile. “I love my home,” I said. “It’s the place I can be myself.” I didn’t mean to say that last part. Maybe I really was tired and that’s why I had a loose tongue. Enough talking, let's get to drinking.

Just those few words, yet they possess such an enormity that threatens to revive my tears as my lined lips begin to tremble. This is it, I’m back home for real now. I take a glance around me, committing this heart-warming moment to my memory. Friends, family, and my Pack members...every trial and tribulation crafted the path back to redemption. I feel whole again, and like my sister said, I can now create new memories and be happy from now on. “I’m home.”

***** Roof to roof For a single home I don’t ask for many But a single-roof That I can call mine, too As a home Just as a home Not an office on a giant floor But at least a home Where I am not worried Where I grow Where I say I have grown The will to survive The purpose of life Is to live So I will make a place To identify more With life That I am all Settled here On Earth I won’t go I won’t go Anymore Anymore A joy A pride A shinning pride Of a little home Well found on sight I call it home When I refuse to move I say no to go I say no to give it to any

Getting out of here is enough. Going home is all that matters.

“That is the true magic of it. You carry your roots wherever you go, but there is nothing quite like coming back to where you belong.” TO BE CONTINUED