I Told Him I Missed Him He Said Nothing 소설 & 이야기

he said softly, almost as if unsure if he had the right to speak. “Yes?” I asked, pausing to look at him. “I… I missed this,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Being here. With you. Not everything else, not the business, not the past… just you.” I didn’t answer immediately. I let the words linger in the room, soaking into the silence between us. And then I simply said, “I missed this too.” It wasn’t a declaration of love. It wasn’t a promise. It was an acknowledgment. And in that acknowledgment, we both found comfort.

Did I want him to? “I missed you,” he breathed out, one word and I felt my heart racing. I couldn’t move… didn’t move. I stood fixed on the spot. What was I waiting for? I had a million things to say, I had rehearsed it over the years, yet… nothing. Nothing had prepared me for this.

His phone must’ve been propped up. “What were you smiling about?” his voice finally filled the silence. Then he appeared, sliding into his chair. “You,” I teased. “I was just wondering who taught my old man how to use video calls.” He pouted dramatically. “What do you mean, baby? I’m not even that old.” I laughed, full and loud. “I miss you,” he said. “I miss you too,” I replied. “I’ve been so busy today just to keep my mind off you. But it didn’t work. I still miss you.”

There’s a brief pause—quiet, comfortable—but then he exhales softly, running a hand through his hair as if admitting something he didn’t plan to say out loud. “I missed you,” he says, his voice low, almost casual—but there’s honesty in it that makes me look at him. His gaze meets mine, steady, unguarded. “I’m not used to you not being there.” Something in my chest tightens at that. I don’t let it show too much, though a small, softer expression slips through as I tilt my head slightly. “It’s just one day,” I say lightly, though my tone carries a quiet reassurance. “I’ll probably be back on-site tomorrow.”

Especially his past. “He’s gone now,” T reminds me. “Will you miss him?” “This is weird to say in front of you. Even if you’re in my head and I’m answering question I want answered, it’s odd,” I admit. He chuckes, as if sharing an inside joke with himself. “I understand,” he says, sobering up. “You don’t have to explain yourself.” “If I’m honest, I will miss him. Now that my mother is gone, my life is empty. A part of me already misses his jokes and teasing,” I say with a sigh.

he dropped the bombshell and I began to cough instantly, my whole body shaking to the rhythm of my cough. What? Did he just say that he missed me? Was he being serious right now? My whole body heated up just at the thought of that and I was forced to remember the kiss from last evening. I tried so hard to forget that moment of weakness and now it was staring me back in the face with his statement. “How can you miss me?” I gave an awkward laugh, “I mean… “The house felt empty without you” he cut me off, “I have already gotten used to your company”

Because we both knew, neither of us was saying everything. “I miss you,” he said suddenly. My chest tightened. The words caught me off guard. “I..” I paused. “I miss you too.” And that part was true, very true. “I wish things were easier,” he said. “Me too,” I whispered. I leaned back against my pillow, closing my eyes. Just listening to his breathing on the other end. It felt close, familiar. Like nothing had changed. But it had, I could feel it. “Kitten…” he said softly.

Why hadn’t he called sooner? Instead the only thing that came out was, “I missed you.” His eyes softened. “I missed you too.” I laughed through fresh tears. “You always say ‘I know.’” “Because I usually do.” I rolled my eyes. He brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His fingertips lingered against my cheek. “So.” “So?” “Are you done hitting me?” I pretended to think. “Maybe.” “Good.” His voice dropped to barely above a whisper.

I was being selfish but for now I couldn't break the news to him. “Nothing Callum, I just miss you a lot” Lies. “I know babe, I'll be there before you know it” he reassured me and I believed him.

Adoration and nothing else, not disgust this time. “I missed you so much." I said, raising my body as I looked down at him. He smiled. "I'm sorry. How about the kids?". I let out a sigh, my shoulders dropping. How do I explain to him that Johnson has been killed? Will he even understand? Or will the news just break him more.