I Miss Her Novels & Stories

"Sir, you have the wrong person." But Dante didn't care. He strode up to me, his eyes full of excitement and joy. "Emby, I couldn't be wrong. You must be Emby!" I frowned, trying to avoid his touch, but it was too late. Dante grabbed my hand, his voice trembling. "Emby, I've missed you so much. I've thought about you every single day for these three years!" I sighed and forcefully pulled my hand away. "Sir, you really have the wrong person. I don't know you."

Goddess, I missed her so much. I curled up on the window seat, arms hugging my knees, forehead pressed to the cold glass. The city below blurred as tears filled my eyes, hot and traitorous. “Ivy… don’t know if you can hear me,” I whispered, voice shaking. “But I miss you. I miss you so much it hurts. Come back, okay? Just...come back. Cuss me out. Tell me I’m an idiot, a coward, tell me I’m weak for crying. Just… just say something. Please.”

I am lost again in this business world. I have nothing and no one around me, I am all alone. I can see many things but i can't see what I actually want to see. When everyone is unbothered. I can't feel without looking at someone. All the pain in my heart is making me want to meet her once again. But its impossible. I miss her. So much. We only had one day relationship. I don't have her single photo. And I am dying to see her. Hayl.

Forgetting him then. 'Anyone else has any objections?' I sneered. They kept shut. 'Good, glad we could come to an understanding.' I stood up and stomped out of the room, huffing and puffing. I miss her; her witty remarks and annoyance, her constant screaming, squeaking, shrieking, excitement and childishness. I missed her mode switch, her laughter, her voice, her bright eyes twinkling with emotions and passion for destruction, food, and mischief. I miss her dancing around my living room with the volume of the stereo set to the highest, just to make sure I stomp out of my office and chase her around with my gun. I miss watching h

I miss you. I feel so alone and lonely without you here with me. Are you busy? Please call me when you see this. ' I miss you. 'These three words kept ringing in my head, she missed me but I missed her more now. I miss her more than I have ever had. I feel like I should say something to her, I feel like I need to give her an explanation because she deserves one. But what can I say to her? I am sorry, I don't know how it happened?

what exactly was going on? I miss my mansion...no, I miss...her.

As I fall, I can't help but wonder why my heart sang when she was by my side. I close my eyes unable to think clearly. I miss her already... I miss Eden more than anything. Why do I miss her even more than Naomi? Suddenly the pain of losing her pales in comparison to the loss and longing of Eden's warmth.

A soft giggle caused me to remember how much I have missed that. How much I have missed her.

Yell at her for being so fucking infuriating, then kiss her until we both pass out from lack of oxygen. But every time I picture it—storming in there, angry and desperate—I see the other version too. The one where she looks up, eyes glistening, voice trembling as she tells me to leave her alone. Or she tells me that she thought I was different. So I stay here, leaning on this cold wood, feeling like a fool because that version cripples me. The truth is, I miss her so much it physically hurts. I miss her voice. The rhythm of her laughter. The way she always smells like something soft and safe. I miss my girl — more than I ever th

Just two lives that once intertwined — now moving in different directions. I exhale. I miss her. But not the way I used to. Not like something torn from me. Not like an open wound I couldn’t stop touching. I miss her the way you miss a song that once meant something — soft, familiar, a melody that lives quietly in the background of memory. I miss her without expecting her return. And in the deepest, smallest part of myself — one I keep carefully untouched, I wish she could still be mine. Not as possession. Not as salvation.