I Told Him I Missed Him He Said Nothing Novels & Stories

Filling the silence between them. "Say something," she whispered. "Please." "I miss you." The words came out broken. Raw. Nothing like what he'd planned to say. Silence stretched. He heard her breath catch. Heard the rustle of sheets as she moved. "You can't just call me at three in the morning and say that." "I know." "You told me this was over. You said I was a mistake." "I was wrong." "Noah..." "I miss you," he said again. Because it was the only truth he had. "I miss you so much I can't sleep. Can't work. Can't think about anything else."

he said. The words were quiet. But they carried weight. Elizabeth’s fingers stilled slightly. “But I wasn’t,” he added. She didn’t respond immediately. Because this was the part she had been waiting for. Not apologies. Not promises. Just truth. “I missed everything,” he continued. “And I can’t change that.” She slowly turned her head back toward him. His expression hadn’t shifted. He wasn’t trying to soften it. He wasn’t trying to fix it. He was just saying it.

I knew he understood what I meant. The hearing. The anonymous messages. Everything. “You should’ve told me,” I repeated. “I know.” The quiet acceptance somehow hurt more than an argument would’ve. For a second, neither of us spoke. Then he sighed. A tired sound. An old sound. “I miss you, kid.” The words hit me square in the chest. I closed my eyes. Because Victor didn’t say things like that. Not often. Not unless he meant them. My throat tightened. “You’re annoying.”

But I didn’t. Instead, I stood there letting it happen. Letting him step closer. Letting the space between us disappear completely. “I missed you,” he said quietly. And that was it. That was the final crack in my control. “Don’t say that,” I whispered. “Why not?” “Because you don’t mean it.” “I do.” My heart pounded harder and Louder. “You don’t get to miss me after everything.” “I know.” “Then stop—” My words cut off.

“I would never judge you” “But I can’t help but judge myself”. I told him. “I can’t help how I feel about him….”. “And how do you feel about him?”. He asked me, His voice had lowered now and it seemed as though he was bothered in the slightest of ways. My gaze flickered back to his and I shook my head almost pitifully. “I don’t know, I just…I…miss him”. I croaked quietly. “One moment we’re good and the next everything’s different”.

I was a little nervous at what he said. “Well, alright. You what? I’ll meet you tomorrow. I’ll pick you up and we’ll talk. ” I gasped, “H-huh? It’s fine, I know your busy and- ” ”No, we’ll fill your curiosity. I haven’t heard anything from you for a long time and I wanted to see you too. ” I could not answer. "And I miss you, of course" I felt nothing else in what he said but love as a brother or friend.

He replied in a blank tone and I couldn't help but flush at his words. "So..?" I said awkwardly and bite the corner of my lips in excitement. "I miss you." He blurted out making my heart skip a beat. "It's been only few hours since you left but I miss you." I said softly and in response he chuckled. "Wish me good luck... Something important is coming up." He said and I wondered that maybe he was mentioning about that project but without stressing any further I decided to wish him but before that could happen, line went dead.

’ I sighed, knowing that I was getting worried for his life unnecessarily. “I don’t miss you too.” ***** #TBC

I said as I picked the call and that was when I realised he hadn’t said anything. “Hey, are you there? Are you okay?” I asked and he cleared his throat, indicating that he’d heard what I’d said earlier. “I missed you.” I said with a smile and I meant it. I was expecting him to tell me he missed me too but he said nothing and I had no other choice than to ask him what was wrong with him. “You’re getting me worried now, babe, are you okay?” I asked. “I’ve thought about our last conversation for long enough and I just know that this thing between us won’t work out,” he started to speak and my heart skipped a beat.

A small, choked, surprised little sound that slipped out. He looked up at me again. “You’re cooking again. No one else should do that for me henceforth, except you.” He said. Firm. Final. “But you said…” “I lied.” He took another bite. Closed his eyes. Actually closed his eyes. “I missed this,” He murmured. And then, as it cost him everything, he added: “I missed… you. Us…” My heart stuttered. He didn’t look at me when he said it. He couldn’t.