I'm Gonna Make This Place Your Home Novels & Stories

"Cancel my subscription. Your voice is giving me a migraine." Then, I left.

Will you eat and come? I got no reply to that message all the way home. I opened the door and let myself into an empty and dark space yet again. “I’m home.” For a moment there, I pictured Kaori-nee and Aki-chan popping up at the entryway. “Welcome home, Kake-jii!” “Kakeru-kun, welcome home. Dinner is almost ready. Hurry. Go have a bath and come to eat.” I crouched where I stood and cradled my head in my palms. My head hurt. Why did I have to go think about that now?!

He replied. "So? I'm giving it to you. It's yours now. Just think like it's the butter I made. I created it but it doesn't mean I made those delicious bread right? I'm giving you the idea now because I don't know how to make it into a delicious bread." I explained and Healer Jan reluctantly agreed.

“Yeah, that’s the thing. My surgery got pushed back, so I’m going to be stuck here for a while. Can you pick her up from the airport and bring her to my apartment? You have my keys, right? I’ll owe you in beer for the next two months.” He could hear Lucas’s car shut off, and he got switched off speakerphone.

Like the home of a person who is undoubtedly involved in something dangerous. I enter because this is where I live now. This is my new home.

A slow smile tugged at my mouth. She was already unraveling. And I hadn’t laid a finger on her yet. I stepped closer. Her breath hitched. Her eyes lifted to mine, pupils blown wide. “You brought me here,” she said carefully. “I did.” “Is this your house?” “One of them.” She let out a small breath. “Of course it is.” “People come here to think,” I said. She glanced at me. “Is that what you’re doing?” “No.” “What are you doing then?”

“But I already have everything, Mr- I mean… Grandpa. His smile was wrinkled but soft, matching the gleam in his eyes, "That's for the life you lived before us. But these..." He took a sharp breath, "These are for the home you’re making now. A house only breathes when it holds the things you love, and I want every corner of that room to whisper your name so you never feel like a guest here again." "This is your home, not Rowland Mansion or Diego's place." I... I didn't know what to say.

“You what now?” “A house,” I said again, stepping forward. “A peaceful place. Away from the noise, away from the stress. It’s yours. Fully furnished. Beautiful. You’re moving in today.” There was a heavy silence as their expressions shifted from confusion to astonishment. “It’s not just a house. It’s home. Yours. No rent, no burden, no fear. Just comfort.” I turned to my mother, taking her hands gently.

Not home. Not yet.

“Yes. We are. No matter what happens, or where we go—home is always here, with the people who love you.” TO BE CONTINUED