Novel & Cerita I'm Going To Miss Her

“Talking about it isn't the issue. The main question remains, will not change anything?” For some strange reason, I already knew what or who she was talking about. But just to be sure, I decided to not jump into conclusions. “It's not exactly the same without Jayden here.” Her voice had dropped lower and anxiety twirled in the pity of my belly. “I miss him, but I guess that's all we can actually do. He'll forever be in our memories for sure, but at the same time I've decided to accept the loss and move on.”

I wаnt uѕ to bе back in Iоwа and tо hаvе аll оf this forgotten. Lаtеlу, еvеrу tіmе I want tо ѕhаrе something, I fоrgеt she’s not hеrе. I mіѕѕ hеr dеерlу, аnd I haven’t ѕtорреd lаtеlу tо imagine what ѕhе’ѕ going thrоugh.

And scoffed that in that moment, it sounded more than her death song, her farewell song than when she sang it to Marc back in Miami. She missed him. She missed those days and she missed Miami. It was on the brink of her life that she began to feel, miss the things at the fear that she might not make it. She missed her sisters, realizing that they hadn’t even spoken in two weeks since Jacq had woken up. She missed them, still. So much. She’ll miss her boys and her own mother. She’ll miss Mexico but not Alex. Who was she kidding, she would miss Alex. And Marc. Had i said Marc? Because God, she missed the hell out of him.

I repeat firmly, not wanting to hear about my mother's concerns or worries. Brian nods, not saying a word. As we drive, I can't help but think about Aria and how much I miss her. I miss her smile, her laugh, and her sparkling eyes. I miss our late-night conversations and our silly jokes. I miss everything about her. And now, I'm faced with the possibility of losing her forever. The thought sends a pang of hurt through my heart.

"I miss my sister so much." "I miss my mom too, but she's not coming back; however, you have a chance to go back to being the graceful woman I knew, so take this opportunity and don't let it pass you by," I told her firmly.

We don’t get to say “I’m sorry.” But still, I missed her. God, I missed her. The way she said my name. The way she argued when she was right — which was always. Her laugh. Her silence. All of it. I finished the whiskey, stood up too fast, and didn’t bother making an excuse. Callahan looked up at me. “Leaving already?” “I have somewhere I need to be.” I needed to go get my girl back. “Next week, same time?” “Of course.” I said.

"Well, this crazy has promised you will never get rid of him." She looked at me for a moment before blurting out a sentence that hit my chest heavily. "I'll miss you more than you know while I wait for you to come after me." Shit. I would miss her too.

Her jaw drops open and she gives me a side eye. “You’re not going to miss me?” She asks her face serious. “Of ‘course I’m going to miss you. I miss you every moment I’m away from you. But I don’t think it’s good for either of us to worry about something that hasn’t happened yet.” I say looking at her in her eyes.

"It's okay to miss her. That shows you love her." I pin my lips together and bottle it up. I'm fine. I tell myself. I'm fine. The memory of us together in Paris flashes through my mind and I let out a cry so deep it shakes the room. "I miss her." I say in-between cries. "I miss her so much. I…”

"Do you miss her? Summer, I mean." Wonder what made her think about that? My quiet contemplation, perhaps. Inhaling, I thought it through. "No. I miss the friendship and being with someone, but that's not target specific to her. We'll always be close, at least every July anyway." I glanced at her, surprised to find her steady gaze on me. "What about you? Do you miss Ian?"