Just Like Home Novels & Stories

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My future. My forever. And just like that—we were home.

Not escape. But something long lost, never truly known. Something like... home.

His hand didn't move. I was almost asleep when the front door opened. Footsteps in the hall. Light ones, the specific rhythm of someone trying not to wake people up and mostly succeeding. Then a pause outside, somewhere and then Brynn's voice, bright and completely unbothered, aimed at whoever might be listening "I'm home!" I opened my eyes at the same moment Evander opened his.

Right. He feels like home.

Welcoming. Maybe even a little like home.

Without a second glance I go to open the door. My heart literally stops. I am instantly filled with a sense of pride. He looks just like me. Even through his tears I can see his eyes and it’s as if I’m looking in a mirror. He is perfect even when distraught. I reach my hand to grab his and that’s when reality comes smacking me in the face yet again.

I glanced down at my hands and legs, eyes widening in disbelief. "Lucy," Vanessa Parker's voice chimed in, sending a shiver down my spine. "Graduation's around the corner. I need to find a place for my internship, and this real estate agency is offering a 150-dollar discount if I get enough likes on their post. I'm just one short—help me out, will you?" Her tone was polite, almost pleading, but the sound of it made my skin crawl. I turned to face her, her smile seemingly sincere, but a flicker of hatred crossed my mind.