Lost You Found You Novels & Stories

Lyra turned. Kael was standing there. She froze. “Kael…” He looked at her. But something was wrong. His expression was calm. Too calm. No panic. No urgency. Just clarity. “Lyra,” he said. She took a step forward. “I lost you.” He shook his head slightly. “You didn’t lose me.” She frowned. “What do you mean?” He looked around the hall. “I think I found myself.” That sentence didn’t feel right. Lyra’s chest tightened.

His family. ******** "Jagg". Ashwin back hugged Jagger who was standing in the window. "Yes love". Jagger turned to him to look into his warm chocolate eyes. He kissed his plump lips once. Before looking again in his eyes. "I Found Love. I found love when I expected it least". He whispered the same words that once Jagger said to him. Jagger felt his eyes pooled up with happy tears. "I Found love too Ashwin. When I expected it least". He ghosted those plump lips to seal the deal.

On top of that, such a move was going to make me look desperate and cheap and l wasn't about to do that to myself. "... And besides, it's too dangerous you!"I said as I threw a pillow at my friend. When Jo-Anne finally ran out of her ridiculous suggestions as to how I could get to be friends with the guy, we moved on to the next agenda of the night, our all time favorite teenage movie, *To all the boys l ever loved-PS: I still love you*. The second part was now out and that's the one we were going for. I was excited beyond expression because the first part had been dope. We watched it quitely and we were fully focused because, well, no one would ever want to miss a thing, as far as that film

He looked exhausted, as if he hadn't slept for days. I instinctively tried to shut the door. But he shoved his hand against it, knuckles straining. "Please don't close it. I just need to talk." My friends looked between us. "Mel, who's this?" "Nobody," I said through clenched teeth. I pushed harder, trying to force the door shut. He was stronger. The door wouldn't budge. "There's nothing left to say. Get off my property!" "I'm nobody?" He let out a broken laugh, eyes red. "Eight years, and I'm just some stranger now? Melissa, why did you leave without telling me? Do you know I quit my job at the firm just to track you down?"

“What did you discover after taking this walk on the boulevard of lost and found memories?” “I believe... no, I know for sure that I’m in love with you. That I never stopped loving you during all this time, when I wasn’t myself...” The words came out of her lips very lightly and she felt her heart singing with emotion. “I have been lost in all these years, but tonight I found myself. And I found you. So, I don't want to wait any longer and I'll tell you here and now that I love you, Shawn!”

I was just about to toss my phone aside when my eyes fell on the image beneath the headline. Running in a dress torn at the hem, mascara running down her cheeks in two black lines, was Sandra. My Sandra. At least, she used to be. A cold feeling washed over me. I set the phone down on my knee, picked it back up and set it down again. It had been three weeks since I listened to her voice on that call telling me she didn't love me. I had replayed it in the shower, on the train, at my desk during meetings, everywhere, every single day, trying to pinpoint the exact moment I lost her. But there was never a fight or even a disagreement, so I really couldn't pinpoint it.

"After you've taken everything from him, will that heal you? Will it replace what you lost?" I look down at whiskey, and for the first time, the answer isn't as clear as it once was.

"I don't even remember that cousin of yours. Why would I be unwilling to leave him? Was I madly in love with him or something?" Leena pulled out a thick magic journal from the drawer and shoved it into my hands. "You were absolutely crazy about him! This thing records the five years you spent chasing after him!" As I flipped through the pages, a dull ache spread across my chest. I felt as if a giant invisible boulder had settled over my heart. The entries were filled with the pain of 999 confessions and that many rejections. After each confession, there was always a third name—Shia Lynch.

He’ll kn‌ow. The lights dim completely, leav‍ing t‌he room awash in shadow⁠. I lie b‍ack on the bed, adrenaline fading in‌t‍o exhau⁠stion. My mind drifts t‌o th‌e memory of his voice,‍ low and sure: If you’re ever lo⁠st⁠, I’ll find you. Alway⁠s. “Then find me now,” I whisper t‌o the ceiling‍.

I click on the email, and my breath stutters. You always find me, don’t you? Even when I did not know, I was lost. Come see me. We have a lot to talk about, and I have much to explain. You are constantly on my mind, and I have missed you, my knight in shining armor. Yours always M