I Miss Everyone Novels & Stories

Each time I remember their faces, adult Pinky, my aunt, Hunter, Hera, Ivy, Tommy, Liam, Katie (gosh, I miss her), even my dad and his wife, I feel like a part of me has gone missing. I miss them, even if they were just a dream.

Far from the noise, it felt like stepping through time—every mile quiet, unpredictable. Mountains, lakes, oceans, old ruins, crowded cities—they all stuck with me. And somewhere along the way, I met Mira Mendoza. Gentle. Strong. Like morning light. Her smile hit like a warm spring breeze, clearing out the last of the gloom in me. She was sharp. Effortless. I was all in before I knew it. I knew—she was the one I wanted for the rest of my life. *** I flew back. I missed home—and I already missed Mira.

Exhaustion helps me sleep better and gives me little time to think about how miserable I feel every day. It’s been a few weeks since I came here and it’s been hard. Staying alone isn’t a problem. Before Jacob, I spent most of my time alone, anyway. But I never imagined I would miss everyone so much. I miss Mom and Dad. I miss Amy. I miss school too, which is stupid. I think I miss school because the routine kept me busy and occupied. Most of all, I miss Jacob. Dad was right. I have no self-control.

I turned and left, my eyes showing no signs of attachment. Dante should have known that a broken ring, no matter how well repaired, would never be without cracks. It was just like my relationship with him. No matter how much we tried to fix it, we could never go back to how things were. … The next day, one day before the bonding ceremony, I went alone to City Hall to file an application to leave the Lightning pack. The clerk told me the application would take effect in 24 hours. At that time, all my personal information would be deleted from the pack records.

It was good but bad, I don't know how to explain it. I missed home and my sister and Noelle and everyone but I needed the space, I got it and I'm better...reasonably. But I missed Xander, honestly. Too much for my own good, he's my home and my escape. But I couldn't always be escaping reality. I miss his voice, his touch, his eyes, his cologne, his smile, laugh. Basically I miss all of him. It's hard not to. He's like my personal shot of ecstasy, and I could use some of that right now.

We’ve both lost parents, and nothing will ever fill that void. “It’s not stupid. It’s like you miss them so much, and you will go to any of the places they used to be or loved just to feel their presence all over again. That’s why I want to join the army. So, I can get this desire to leave out of my system.” Missy pulls her hand away from me. I forgot we were holding hands, and maybe I shouldn’t have held them in the first place. But she seems sad enough to need human contact.

Her voice was like that of an angel, those passing by the hall came rushing in only to see the queen of music perform Nirvana:🎶 The words i desperately held to my heart 🎶The words i thought were sincere 🎶 But it broke my heart when i realise i was living in the shadows of your lies 🎶 My heart ache every moment when i remember your empty promises 🎶 Love!!!!!!!! Made a fool of me!!!!!!! And i fell for it 🎶 Are you gonna miss me the way i miss you!!!!!! I miss, I miss, I miss, I miss you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I miss....you!!!!! "OMG" Miss Loveth exclaimed at how high her pitch was

“Do you miss home?” “I miss my family.” I traced one finger along the edge of the guestbook. “I miss knowing where everything is. I miss waking up and not needing to remind myself that my entire life is thousands of miles away. But I don’t miss who I was there.” “Who were you?” “Someone who allowed other people to make too many decisions for her.” Ethan studied me, but he didn’t offer false sympathy. “And who are you here?” “I haven’t decided yet.”

"I'm really just childhood friends with Daryl and nothing more, Aiden. Please don't misunderstand us. And he didn't do anything on purpose either. Did you know that he nearly killed himself because of how guilty he felt? "Won't you forgive me, Aiden? I promise that I won't forget your birthday again. I'll also always remember that you're allergic to peaches and have a fear of heights. "I just can't live without you. I've been living like a zombie these few days without you. The apartment feels too empty. Your clothes and even your mug have all gone missing…" Bridget still didn't get it. I looked at her disheveled appearance and felt pity for her.

“I miss our home. I miss running free in the woods. I miss the sky at night and the smell of rain in the air. I miss hunting and fishing. I miss being free. Isn’t that enough?” “You don’t have to wallow in your emotions alone. We have a get-together every night to talk about her. You should join her. Heal with us. It helps.” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t see how much it could possibly help.” “AH-HA!,” she yelled. “What?” “It is her you miss.” “No!” “Liar.” I bared my teeth at her. “I miss my office chair.” “Liar! Keep lying to yourself. I don’t believe your bullshit. You don't even believe your bullshit.”