Misfits Like Us Novels & Stories

Not even Jaxon with one of his crude memes or voice notes saying “I miss that mouth.” Maybe they’ve moved on. Maybe I was just a tool. Maybe I left too soon. Maybe I stayed too long. I press play on my music. The playlist I made when I first escaped the cabin. Every song sounds wrong now. Except one. “I Miss the Misery” – Halestorm. I close my eyes. Let it bleed into my ears like a confession. Because God, I do. I miss the misery. I miss the pain that meant I was still tethered to them. I miss being somebody’s anything, even if it meant I belonged to the wrong people.