Come Home To Yourself Novels & Stories

He says. "So, when do you plan to return home?" Out of nowhere, I ask him. Well, I am just curious. "I don't know," he shrugs his shoulders, taking a sip of wine again. I also take a sip. "I have no plans to return home." He says. "Why is that?" "When I'm at home, I feel like I'm all alone, so it's better to live alone. Literally." "So, are you okay with this type of life? Cooking for your own, and working for your own. You know, it's kinda difficult. You are not used to it anyway."

Proven myself worthy. Now it was time to go home.

"I am trying to coexist with him. He only came out at night. And at night I turned myself into a wolf. Surprisingly, he didn't change himself into a human and I always woke up as my true self. He just likes to go on a beach at night in his wolf form and stare at the moon." "Maybe treatment is working." Dad said. "No, the doctor said that for my recovery he needs to get out of me and face the secrets with me, which he has been hiding." "It's quite complicated." I said and then Dad said. "We just want you to be happy." "That's why we left that island and that house. We were living as a happy family back then but after that incident, just for you we moved from the island and joined a pack here

Or a snare? For a second, I think of just getting rid of the message. But then I remember the nights I've spent alone in this dirty hotel room, and I realize I have nothing left. I don't have any family, any money, or anything else. All I have is my pride, and even that is starting to feel like a burden. I brush my fingers through my hair and take a deep breath as the phone vibrates again. Another email came from the same address. "The layout is easy. You can stay here if you give me your company. No strings attached. "Please respond if you're willing, and we'll talk about the details."

"Home? But this is home." "Yeah, I know that. Of course this is home but I'm talking about my other home, you know, the one that I live in alone and by myself" "Oh, oh," mom replied. "Now I get it. At least It's nice to know that you prefer the home that doesn't actually have your family in it."

And at that very moment, the words to the lullaby suddenly all came rushing back to her; Walk on a rainbow trail Walk on a trail of song And all about you will be beauty There is a way out Of every dark mist Over a rainbow trail. Her eyes snapped open. There is a way out of every dark mist over a rainbow trail…. *** Outside the bathroom door, Tom paced back and forth, one hand rubbing his chin and the other clenched in his side pocket. Should I go down on one knee? he wondered, stopping in front of the bathroom door. No, no, no, he shook his head and continued pacing. Too cliché.

When scared enough, lonely enough, hurt enough, we all return to our security blanket, whatever form it takes: person, place, or thing. As for me, I did all of the above in the span of a few hours since I left the apartment that Travis shared. It's strange being back home. Once you leave your parents' house, you never imagine going back. I mean, why would you, right? You have finally gained your independence, so why do you ever consider losing it?

“How are you doing?” “I’m good. Good, actually,” I say, and for the first time, I genuinely mean it. “That’s great to hear,” she says, and there’s a pause before she continues. “Listen, I’ve been thinking… Maybe it’s time you came home. Just for a visit. Everyone misses you, and… well, I think you might find some closure if you come back.” The idea of returning home, of facing everything I left behind, feels so overwhelming. But at the same time, I know she’s right. I can’t run forever.

“Sure. Still, if you ever feel abandoned, lost, lonely or like you have nowhere to go, return home. Return to paradise. Your celestial family will be waiting for you. I’ll be waiting for you.” He pulled out a charm paper from his pocket.

You wish, my wolf mutters to me. Oh, don't you lie to me, I know that you want to find out what's over there too. I grumble inwardly, giving into the conversation that no one else can hear. The act brings a new concept to talking with yourself. No, I don't, all I want to do is go home. It's as cold as an icebox out here. Okay, we're going back, I mumble to her and spin on my heels, facing the direction of the house. One day I will cross over, and I will find out what is on the other side.