Novel & Cerita Going Home By Dire Straits

I was ticked off but tried to soothe her, "Tracy, how about we wait until we're at Grandpa's to get some treats, okay?" She gave a little nod, quietly giving up on asking for snacks. Our old family place was out in the sticks, a solid half-hour drive from the train station. Midway, Suzy complained of feeling queasy. "Henry, could you get your sister to ease up on the gas? I'm going to hurl." I checked the dash—barely hitting 40 kilometers per hour. We were not exactly racing. However, no matter how my brother tried to calm her, she was still miffed.

“Cailen, honey, please come home. William's freaking out and he won't tell us what's wrong, only that he needs you to come home. Please come home, baby. I love you.” ‘End of final message, to erase all messages, please pres-’ Cailen hung up his phone, going to the contacts to find William's name. He tapped on it and hit call, watching the screen change and was about to put it to his ear when he saw the screen go black. He clicked the home button once and then again repeatedly when it remained black. His phone had died. Of fucking course. William was fucking worried about him, he had to call him and his fucking phone dies.

Stomach somersaulting, she looked at his profile. He flew off the couch like the hounds of hell were chasing him and stalked the room. Eventually, he landed on the other side of the coffee table and ran a hand down his face. "I've had all night to play this conversation out in my head and" He dropped his arm, hand slapping his thigh. "You're scaring me." On a sigh, he pulled his phone from his pocket. "When we were overseas, Justin used to play this song over and over again if he missed home. You, in particular. When You Come Back to Me Again by Garth Brooks. Do you know it?"

I need to reign it in before I scare her away. We are driving with the top off my Jeep, wind blowing through our hair and they are both singing the lyrics loudly while dancing in their seats. "I got a river for a soul, and baby you're a boat." It's hilarious and adorable. I have to make myself focus on the road instead of the leggy brunette beside me whose turquoise blue sundress has ridden pretty far up those tan legs of hers. I can't help myself, I need to touch her. So I casually move my right hand to her thigh and give a gentle squeeze before leaving it there. Somehow the physical contact makes listening to One Direction just a little bit less painful.

“Oh, no, please don’t. You have to hear me out. I’m running out of time.” “You’re not running out of time. You’re just wasting mine.” Akira huffed and proceeded to come back to the bedroom. As always, Chester followed behind to keep justifying his situation. “I’ve seen strays who had it worse and they found closure with their deaths perfectly fine without my help. The key is acceptance.”

As always, she'd watched him leave and reminded him to be safe on the road. Yet, when he recalled the mysteriously disappearing objects at home and what Neo said, fear overcame him once more. He'd run multiple red lights on the way home. When he arrived, he'd barely parked the car properly before rushing in. The lights were off. Everything seemed to be how he'd left it that morning. It was eerily silent. Charlie could even hear his own breathing. "Yuliana! Yuliana Beckett." There was no response, save for his own echo.

Back then, Ruby was always dreaming about the capital city of Norcrown. "Silas, if our company ever really makes it big, let's move our headquarters to Norcrown! But I've heard office space in the financial district costs a fortune… When the time comes, let's rent an entire floor and make it grand! How does that sound?" I was still lost in thought when the car stopped in front of an estate in the heart of the city. The moment I walked in, the smell of home-cooked food greeted me. My mom ran out of the kitchen, her eyes red, and she gave me a big hug. "Silas! You're finally home! Look how thin you've gotten! Just how much have you been through out there?!"

No cold memories. Only a quiet darkness and the faint scent of blossoms. Just before landing, I woke up. Jade was looking at me. The light from the window fell softly across her face, and in her eyes I could see a small, peaceful reflection of myself. "We're almost there, Julian," she said gently, taking my hand. "We're going home." "Mm," I replied, lacing my fingers through hers. The plane broke through the clouds and descended steadily toward Northspire Bay, glittering like a field of stars beneath the night sky.