I Miss Home Novels & Stories

Repent, kill, and meditate. Time was running out, and the weather was as bad as ever. When will it clear up? I miss the sun and my hometown so much. I've been away for so long, and I'd like to go back. I have to go back.

“Hey, Izzy. I know you are excited about going back home. But at least spend a night with us before you return to Italy.” Isabella was packing her luggage excitedly when her roommate groaned in annoyance. It’s been four years since she didn’t meet her mother. Though it’s good here living in New York. But the feeling of being home was too tempting to ignore. “You know Mona. I am missing my home too much. My flight is tomorrow night and before that, I need to finish packing to buy some gifts for everyone. I have so much less time remaining and I can’t afford to miss my flight.” She said and Mona made a disappointed face.

The kind only mothers know how to leave open wide enough to let you spill your whole heart in it. “And now?” she asked gently. “I feel like I don’t belong here anymore.” “Because of him?” “Not just him,” I said. “Because of you. Because of… everything. I miss Sunday mornings and the way the sun hits our old front porch. I miss bagels from Tony’s and the bodega cat on 4th that always tried to climb in my bag. I miss hearing Spanish without it being exoticized. I miss feeling normal.” “And what are you thinking?”

I trail off as another memory presents itself. BECK- PAST I miss home, and I want to go back. I miss my family; Mary who had been a mother to me for the past two years, and Jace and Embee. When I saw them last Jace was strumming his guitar for an unconscious Embee. They are very close, almost as close as Rainbow and I. Rainbow, my heart clenches at the thought of her. Mary insists that we are just kids so we don’t know what we are talking about, but I know that she is my soulmate. My soul recognises hers and as cliche as it sounds, my heart bleeds at her absence.

I felt like I wanted to fly home immediately. I missed my husband. I couldn't wait to get home to hug and kiss him and my daughter. Being apart for a few days made me miss them like crazy. I often called them during my absence, but only briefly. Besides my busy schedule, they also seemed busy, which prevented us from communicating regularly.

Somehow I wish morning could come so soon so I can get the hell out of here. I so much miss home, my family and my business too. I can’t imagine how much they all miss me. A lot of calls has been coming everyday from both home and work. I doubt those workers of mine would let me breath for a second if I get back to the building. Chuckles. It’s not always about the fame, it’s much of the love and trust. But truth be told, none of this is able to wave off the thought of the gentleman out of my head. And yes, I’ve been trying.

Even though I blamed my family, specifically my mother and my father for what was happening to me, I still missed them. I wished that I could just get a chance to visit them and see how they were doing after I left, I also hoped that when they saw how unhappy I was they would realize their mistake and demand that Lukas sends me back to them. Of course, I knew that he wouldnt willingly hand me over t them but at the same time I had to keep some kind of hope alive. It was the only thing that helped me through my day, I now lived my life imagining what it would be like if I was still at home. I couldn't stop thinking of how life was back home and wondering if they missed me as much as I missed

She misses the soft sighs whenever her breath brushes Asom's neck. Come back home. This room had been a safe place for a very long time, but now, with Monika missing, it feels like nothing more than what it originally was. A room. Nothing more. Because home is no longer a place. His home has become a person. And that person is gone. Just come home.

“About you. Why do you say you miss me?” “Well, it’s complicated. I’ve never had anyone live in this house before, and you brought life to it. When you left, it went back to being a gloomy place. But it’s not just that. I miss our conversations, I miss you invading my space without caring, I miss that look you’re giving me right now. I miss your breakfasts and dinners, your coffee, and the flowers you’d leave in my office.”

"But it’s boring without you. I miss you, Love." I let out a small, genuine laugh. "You miss me? You’ve only been gone for a few hours, Santino." "It feels longer," he mutters, and I can almost see the half-smile on his face. "I’m going to try and round up these meetings quickly. I want to come back home soon." I feel a warm glow spread through my chest at the word home. It’s a word I never thought would belong to us. "I’ll be waiting," I whisper, my voice barely a breath.