Novel & Cerita I Miss Home

She reaches out to touch me and I swallow the lump in my throat. “I don’t know. I just miss home so much more when I’m on the road now. Before I was just leaving an empty space behind, but now? I feel like I’m leaving my heart.” “A lot of the guys have families, and they find a way through it, Miles. I am here taking the best care of her, and you can talk to her whenever you want, depending on the time of day. Nobody wants to wake her up in the middle of the night.”

“I’m happy that I’m living my dream, and learning to do what I want to do with my life. I’m happy that the time away from home is doing a lot of good for me mentally, and emotionally." "But?" "But I miss home. I miss my pack. I miss helping my pack. I miss taking care of my pack. I also feel like I left before I really had relationships established with my family, and friends. I feel a bit like I’m missing out on things here.” “I can understand that.” “You can?” “Yes. Remember I was away for 4 years. I missed a lot while I was gone.” “How did you get through it?”

Rory’s brows rise and he stares at me, “Don’t tell me you don’t miss her.” Do I miss her? Maybe I do a little... Or maybe a lot. I miss the taste of her lips on mine; I miss the softness of her skin against mine; and I miss her voice; I miss her accent, which at first was annoying, but living a week without them has made me realise just how amazing it was to my ears. That’s the reason I haven’t gone home. I can’t go home because I know that she’s not there. “Rory,” I differ, but he doesn’t follow.

So then what was the point? I missed home. God, I missed home so much it hurt. I missed Tessa’s laugh, I missed my mum’s voice—even when she was nagging me. I missed the cabin with all its weird creaks and smells and the way the wind always rattled the windows at night. I knew Ethan was trying. He was doing his best to be here, to fill in the empty spaces, to make sure I didn’t feel abandoned. But there were cracks between us where the silence slipped in. And those cracks were starting to feel wider.

“Judy?” My mother asked softly. “Are you okay?” I realized I had been quiet for too long, and I cleared my throat. “Yeah, Mom. I’m okay. I just miss you…” It was the truth; tears threatened my eyes. All I wanted was to hug my mom; I missed her like crazy. I missed the familiarity of home. But I couldn’t go home… not yet… maybe not ever. “How’s…” My voice trailed off as Gavin’s name was the first on my tongue. I wanted to ask her if she had heard anything about him or about his upcoming wedding, but I couldn’t force the words out of my lips. “How’s everyone? Nan… Dad…”

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.

They don't even look at him. Do my tears not move them? Can't they feel how much I'm yearning to have them back in my life?? I miss them so much. I miss my family, I want my family back. I hate that I can't talk to them or hug my mom. I hate that I can't taste her meals again, I miss playing with my little sister. They were the only ones that I had and I hate being alone. I am alone. Years without them have been so lonely.

Gracelyn's POV Three months has already passed and I feel the loneliness building up inside of me. I missed home. I miss the way my mom cook for us and laugh with us. I missed Izzy and Shirly who never leave me behind. Here, I don't have a bestfriend. I have Agnes, Rest and Riley but it feels different. I missed my sister who always nagged at me whenever she wants to buy something. I miss everything about home. Sometimes, Agnes,Riley and Resty invite me out like today but I don't know why I still feel empty.

“And I wanted to give it to you. I did give it to you. I didn’t knock every day. I didn’t show up at the clinic. I didn’t pull Missy into any of it.” Her mouth presses into a tight line. I lower my voice. “But I miss you.” The words fall out of me. “I miss talking to you. Laughing with you. Waking up and knowing you’re in the same house. Even when we were broken… you were still my home.” She turns her face slightly away, like she doesn’t want me to see whatever shows there. And maybe that’s all I’ll get tonight. Maybe that’s enough. But I’ve carried this too long.

They captured fragments of her past, invoking a bittersweet longing for the warmth of family and the familiar comforts of home. Through the quiet of the night, Marvis would find herself engaged in heartfelt conversations with Chris, her dearest friend and unwavering confidant. They'd often spend hours exchanging thoughts, navigating the ebbs and flows of emotions that defined her days. Across the miles that separated them, their voices resonated with a profound understanding and comfort, transcending the physical distance that seemed so palpable. Marvis poured her heart into their conversations, finding solace in Chris's unwavering support. “I miss the simplicity of home, Chris,” she confess