I Miss Home Novels & Stories

We sat there for a moment in silence, both of us lost in our own thoughts. I leaned forward, taking a sip of my coffee, before turning to Mia. "Mia, have you ever missed home, since we ran away from the Blue River Clan territory?" Mia hesitated for a moment, before nodding slowly. "Yes, sometimes I do. I miss my family, especially Quill." I nodded, feeling a small pang of guilt. "I know what you mean. I miss them too." Mia nodded, her expression understanding. "But we had no choice."

Even if I die getting out of here, I need to know. I miss home. I miss the scent of my mother’s old perfume that always filled our small apartment in the morning, a ghostly comfort even though she wasn't with us any longer. I miss the noise my brother Ethan always made while brushing his teeth, the loud slurping and spitting sounds when he was little, so full of life. I miss the gentle, shuffling sound of Dad’s old slippers dragging against the worn wooden floor as he moved through the house. Even if we didn’t have everything, if money was always tight, we had each other. We had love. And now… now I don’t know where they are, right now. Or if they’re even okay

“Indy. What about you?” “Chicago.” “I never pegged you to be a big city kind of girl.” “I didn’t think I was either, but I love it there. And I love my job, but sometimes I miss this.” I wave my hand at the window. “There’s literally nothing there.” “Exactly.” I smile. “I miss it. The cornfields, the quiet, the slower pace…I’m not that far away at least.” “Do you come home often?” “I try to. Mostly to see Jackson, because I miss him too much.”

I sit on the edge of the bed, my body curved into a c as I put my elbow on my knee and hang my head in my hand. So much has happened, but one of the things that I feel the most acutely is that the house I grew up in no longer feels like home. Don't get me wrong, I still love my family. I missed my mom and dad, and I'm enjoying spending so much more time with them, but I also miss Azura...and Blake. “So what if I ask you to come back for Azura's sake? She misses you.” I can sense that there's more he wants to say, but he doesn't seem to be letting it go and I can't help but wonder why.

Because for the first time in years— I wasn’t just standing in someone’s house. I was standing in someone’s home. A real one. A family. And God, I had missed this feeling more than I could ever put into words.

“Come on tell me what’s hurting Miss.” I shook my head and smiled, “I am truly fine, I’m just kind of missing my home. It’s the longest time I have been away from my family.” It was partly true; it was the longest I have been out of the mansion. And in a twisted way, I was missing them. It was stupid, If I could diagnose my craziness, I could say I was suffering from classic Stockholm syndrome. But do I have a choice in the matter? They were the only family I knew besides the mom who willingly left me behind their doors.

I had to actively try and stop myself from feeling certain ways because I wasn't sure that she would stay, but now that I know that she is, I can let myself feel however the fuck I want about her. "I know, just wish you were here now" I sound like a fucking sap. Maybe if she came here and she loved it, she would want to move here with me. I'm pretty sure I could convince her that this is the place to be. "I miss you too, you'll be alright. A few more days then you'll be back home" She gives me a slight pout as she speaks. I don't know if I directly said that I miss her, but I should have. I do miss her, I fucking want her here. I don't miss my apartment back in London , my 'home'. I miss he

I confess that I almost gave in, but I didn't, not when there's someone else in the middle. Today I woke up missing home, the place I grew up where my mother remembers, I missed Sean too, I used to We haven't seen each other in a while and my heart even hurts remembering that. My brother could act like an asshole sometimes, but he also knew how to act like a friend, we had our moments before all these things happened and I miss them.

“I just need a break. A reset.” Nina slammed her coffee down. “You said you loved it here!” “I do,” I replied calmly. “I love the food, the people, the energy. But I miss my rhythm. My parents. My space. My bed. I miss home.” She stared at me like I was losing my mind. “You’ve been gone for a year, and now you suddenly miss your bed? You’re not homesick, Natasha. You’re heart-sick.” I froze for a moment, her words hitting too close.

Thinking about home helped me pass through each day despite the cruel reality that I lived in. “I miss home Juni” I replied softly as tears rolled down my cheeks, “I miss my Mom, I miss my Dad and I miss my sister” I continued. “I miss Runa and I miss everyone back at home. I miss…” a sob choked my throat as I burst into tears. I missed home terribly, so terribly.