Novel & Cerita Come Home To Yourself

Jane asked walking toward Kim in unhurried strides stopping just an inch away from her. "Ever heard of personal space?" Kim said with a raised eyebrow motioning for Jane to move back. She took immense pleasure in watching the frustrated look on Jane's face. "But of course someone like you doesn't understand that, after all you have no problem getting into other people's personal space. Perhaps you don't even mind getting a bit too personal." Kim finished flashing an annoyed looking Jane an innocent smile. "Enough with this false bravado, why did you come back? Surely it's not because you're such a filial daughter and have decided it's time to come back home to mommy and daddy."

Not the sun-drenched fantasy of whitewashed villas and infinity pools, but traffic jams, power cuts, market noise, and the constant low-grade pressure of responsibilities waiting to reclaim me . I chose, without even needing to discuss it, that the first place I was going was back to my own home. Not Adrian’s sleek apartment downtown. I’d spent so much time with Adrian these past weeks, every meal, every sunrise, every night tangled in the same sheets, that being alone suddenly felt like a necessity. Not because I didn’t want him there. I did. But because I needed to remember who I was before the villa, before the monastery, before Elena’s voice in that restroom saying “enjoy that dick while

I fix my posture, returning to serious and nonchalant. "Forget it, let's go home." It's time to get back to the original plan and forget about distractions

Walking into this building with unconscious bodies in my arms is becoming way too common for my liking. I could have taken her to my house, but I did not want anyone to know me on that personal level. My home is my sanctuary. It is the place I turn to in order to forget the world and the chaos that I am trying to prevent. I would hate to go home one day, just to relax and release the tension the day had given me, only to have the stress from my usual day, follow me home as well.

I was going home. As myself. For the first time in a very long time.

Welcome home. Home, Rylee agreed softly. Finally home.

I said as I walked away angrily. After a long and arduous day, I finally returned home, seeking solace and respite. To my relief, I discovered that Shelby had not yet returned from her business trip, granting me the much-needed solitude I craved. Seeking refuge from the world, I sought solace in the embrace of a steaming shower.

The 'Step Brother' Getting reminded of him again made me scoff. But none of these assholes mattered to me. None of them could come close and I'm here to make sure of it. Without warning, I returned to kissing her and she immediately parted her lips open for me. Giving me access and allowing my exploring tongue it's every assault. I Know I said to set off course for home once I've found her but now I realize, Home has never really been just a place, Home could also be a person. And as far as I'm concerned, I've found my Home.

Finally, the place was starting to feel like home. Later that evening, I decided to reward myself for all the effort. I lit some scented candles, turned on my favorite playlist, and settled back on the couch with a good book. The soft glow from the candles and the soothing music created a cozy ambiance. As I read, I felt a deep sense of contentment. The apartment wasn’t just a place to live anymore; it was my sanctuary, a place where I could truly unwind and be myself, far from the abusive tendencies of my soon-to-be ex-husband.

The quiet was full - full of the ordinary, unremarkable, extraordinary evidence of a life being lived on its own terms, by a person who had learned what safety actually felt like and had chosen it deliberately and intended to keep choosing it, every morning, for as long as the morning offered itself. It felt like home. And home, I understood now, was not a place someone else built around you. It was the one you built for yourself, out of the materials of your own choices, in the space that opened up when you finally stopped being afraid.