Novel & Cerita I Miss Home

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.

"But Luna, it means performing for them again. Showing your power, proving you're useful. I know you did that at the hearing, and it was stressful." "But if it means going home, I'll do it." She set down her book. "Mama, I don't like it here. It's nice, but it's not home. I miss my room. I miss my friends being nearby instead of on a screen. I miss the pack." "I know, baby. We all miss home." "Then yes. I'll show them what I can do. I'll prove I'm helpful, not dangerous." She hugged me. "And then we can go home and everything can go back to normal."

He paused and rubbed his right thumb across her cheek, his eyes boring into her deepest part. "I don't want to come back just to a clean home and home made meals. I want to come back to you too." His voice was so deep and coarse with overwhelming emotions. "I want to come home to you 'cause my home is where my heart is. You're stuck with me, Ava. I'm never letting you go, so I need you to start getting rid of your fears." That was all she needed to hear to get the sparks out. And by God, she believed every word.

“I’ve been thinking. How tied to New york City are you?” That was an odd question. Sarah shrugged. “It’s always been home because that’s where family was. And now that she is so used to her city, there hasn’t been a reason to move away .” Her throat knotted at the thought of her beloved father and brother . She still missed them daily. And she was lonely, if she admitted things to herself. Enny had been her closest friend at the restaurant, and now that she was stuck here, she felt like more of an outcast than ever. She spent most nights thinking about home , Drake and trying to make a difference in someone’s life. Trying to feel wanted.

I glanced at Stephanie one final time, making sure the warning in my eyes was unmistakable, before turning away. My arm immediately returned to Mireya's waist. “Home?” I murmured, the single word hitting me harder than it should have. I had missed hearing it from her. For days, I had deliberately returned late just to avoid seeing her, because I knew that if I came home and found her waiting for me, I might lose every ounce of control I had left and pull her into my arms. But now… home. With her. “Sure,” I said, my voice softening instantly. “I miss home. Let’s go.”

She was an introvert who enjoyed solitude but she’d had enough of this off-the-grid living. “Well, if I’m being honest, I miss home too,” Kane admitted. “I miss my office and those face-to-face meetings with my employees. Video calling simply can’t replace the real thing.” “So you were homesick too and just waiting for me to say something first.” “Well…” Emilia laughed. “I’m glad we’re on the same page. Everyone back home would be thrilled once we tell them we’re coming back.” “Yes, but we need to be careful. Let’s not forget why we came here in the first place.”

James It was hard coming home. And not to Vegas. I meant home, here in Massachusetts. Because ultimately, that's where home was to me now. I missed Kelly so f*cking bad, and seeing her reinforced all of my feelings for her tenfold, but...the entire time I was back in Vegas, I couldn't help but think of the trauma bond sh*t Sarah told me about.

“Come home with me, I miss you and I know that you miss me too.” “My son’s home is also my home. You had no problem telling me to leave your mansion if I wanted to. Luckily, I have my son and daughter-in-law who love me so much to welcome me into their home.” “You know that I didn’t mean that. I was just angry, sunshine. I’ll go crazy if I spend another day without you.”

Then I sneak quietly out the bedroom door. I make it about ten paces before I first have to fight the urge to turn back. But I place my hand on my belly, reminding myself why I'm doing this, and keep going. Halfway down the stairs the urge hits me again, this time so strongly that I have to brace myself against the wall to keep the emotions from overwhelming me. This time, I think of home - God, I miss my home. I miss my house and Cynthia. I miss Louis and the others at the diner. I miss the smell of the air outside my door and the feeling of the cool, crisp wind in my hair. I miss the quiet peacefulness of my little town.

Used to the motions of existing beside the staff—cold, mechanical, robotic in their service. But right now… right now, I didn’t want to be alone. I missed Mona. The thought of her struck me hard, a piercing ache that twisted in my chest. My heart clenched, and with it came the sharp pang of everything else I had lost. I missed my family. I missed the way things used to be. I missed belonging somewhere. I had tried not to sulk or thing about this in several weeks. But now I couldn't help it. “Are you okay, miss?”