I Miss Everyone Novels & Stories

Not even Jaxon with one of his crude memes or voice notes saying “I miss that mouth.” Maybe they’ve moved on. Maybe I was just a tool. Maybe I left too soon. Maybe I stayed too long. I press play on my music. The playlist I made when I first escaped the cabin. Every song sounds wrong now. Except one. “I Miss the Misery” – Halestorm. I close my eyes. Let it bleed into my ears like a confession. Because God, I do. I miss the misery. I miss the pain that meant I was still tethered to them. I miss being somebody’s anything, even if it meant I belonged to the wrong people.

I could hear the stress in his voice. "I am sorry" I mumbled. "It's fine, it's fine. I just... I hope we are good now? I hope we can hang out like we used to and all? Tim and Melinda missed you badly too. The group just isn't complete without you." "Really?" I laughed softly, letting myself ease into the friendly atmosphere. Friends were good. Really good. "Really. Everyone missed you, I especially did miss you so when do you want to hang out?"

My deskmate, Elaine Jenkins, was the kind of girl who was born with a sharp tongue. She loved nothing more than embarrassing me in front of everyone. When I showed up in a brand-new white shirt, she sneered, "Look at the country boy who finally made it to the city. Are you really that worried people will not realize how hopelessly tacky your taste is?" When I switched to contact lenses, she laughed. "Those eyes look like a dead fish's. Taking off your glasses is not going to magically turn you into a handsome guy." Then I won a prize in the math competition. She just rolled her eyes and said, "Please. Everyone knows he stays up all night grinding through problem sets. He practically worke

Alex chuckles with amusement. It seems like every single person here approaches me to tell me how much they missed me and that the races without me haven't been the same. Perhaps I'm not close to every single one of them, but they are all part of my life. I've missed them and this whole thing so much. "It's nearly time," Tyler says excitedly.

I want more than that. I don’t know what it feels like to miss someone because I’ve never missed anyone before. If this is what it means to miss someone then it is such a bad feeling. I want to hold him in my arms, to kiss him, to fuck him. It’s been just two days and I’m already having withdrawals.

“Sweetness, I really don't know how to express all that is in my head. That is why I wish to put it down in writing; maybe, just maybe, you'd read in between the lines, get my message and forgive me. First of all, babe, I've missed you. I've missed us. I've missed what we were. I've missed what we used to be. I've missed what we could be. I've missed what we were going to be. Señorita, I've missed your touch, which sends tickles down my spine. I've missed your voice. Your melodious voice which shakes the foundation of my heart. I've missed what we were. I've missed everything and anything about you.

It's what you do for family, for pack, for the people you love more than your own existence. But Goddess, I miss them. I miss the weight of Maya's small body curled against mine during movie nights. I miss the way Rhett's hand would find mine automatically whenever we walked together. I miss the quiet moments before dawn when he would hold me close and I could pretend the rest of the world didn't exist. I miss feeling safe.

“…then listen to me.” My voice cracked. “You have to come back. I cannot do this without you.” Saying it left me exposed and raw, but . “I miss you.” A tear rolled down my cheek before I could stop it. I didn’t even remember the last time I teared up over a woman, and yet, here I was. “I miss hearing your voice. I miss arguing with you. I miss the way you looked at me whenever I said something stupid.” A weak laugh escaped me. “Which was more often than I would ever admit.” The laugh faded. “I miss you walking into a room. I miss your smile. I miss you. I miss seeing you and despite everything, knowing that things would be okay simply because you were there.”

ash : do you know how much I missed you do you know how many times i wished to come near you do you know how many nights I stayed awake by crying whole night by remembering you and our memories I missed you like hell I missed your warmth and care but to me my little sister is also important I can't see her in pain so I didn't came near you you know she faced much torture in coma I faced the same torture by being alive and missing you for each and every second many times I used to feel your presence near me and realizes it's all my imagination I feel like iam becoming mad in the absence of you I thought many times to kill myself but somewhere a hope that I will meet you again I used to curse

"I don't know if that's true but I thought it was worth trying," I paused for breath as my throat swelled up with emotions and the tears began to flow freely. It was hard to keep them contained all day because everyone seemed to be at the edge already. One slip and everyone's façade will falter. But now when there was no one here, I could let them fall to lift off some of the weight I was carrying with me. "Please come back," I whispered. "Everybody misses you. Everyone loves you. You have no idea how much they love you. I miss you, Liam. Please come back. Please,"