No One Left To Come Looking For You Novels & Stories

I found my good luck And I'm going to take care of you I don't want to lose you There's nothing better Then your lips on my mouth Your gaze that touches me Living without you would be a mistake I found my good luck Just by loving you And I want to stay Forever My Love Embraced to your waist You became my madness. I found my good luck And I'm going to take care of you I don't want to lose you There's nothing better Then your lips on my mouth Your gaze that touches me Living without you would be a mistake

I whispered once more, just to hear my own voice. “Is anyone even looking for me?” No answer came. And maybe that was my answer.

The tray from last night was empty and laying in the hallway. I knocked on his door and waited for him to say something. I heard nothing so I knocked again this time placing my ear to the door. I can hear his blankets moving and bed springs making a noise. I quickly removed my ear and took a step back. He made his way to the door and opened it. “What do you want” he yelled at me. I told him “We are going out; would you like to join us? Mom said she’s not telling us where we are going, just that we will enjoy ourselves”. Using my mind link.

[Michelle is going abroad again…] He didn’t even realize that his fingers trembled as they struck the keyboard, sending messages that made little sense. [Astrid, are you still there? [Talk to me.] Keith’s anxiety escalated. He furrowed his brow, his gaze vacant, and the world around him seemed to fade away.

I answered the call, but before I could say a word, the person on the other end anxiously asked, “You promised you’d come find me. Claire, did you change your mind?” “No. I just ran into an unexpected situation.” I lowered my voice. “What happened? Are you okay? No. I’m coming to get you myself…” I cut off his worried rambling with a soft smile. “Just give me a few more days. That’s all I need. I’ll be there soon.”

He had left like a shadow slipping away, leaving only the echo of his presence behind. I tried calling him. Nothing. No answer. Voicemail, silent and unhelpful. I sent messages, short, simple, desperate, but they went unread. Each second stretched longer than the last, twisting my stomach into knots. I moved through the mansion like a ghost, searching for him, checking every room, every corner, every space he might be. The staff, usually precise and responsive, avoided my gaze. When I asked if they had seen him, they shook their heads, tight-lipped, eyes downcast. Nothing. Silence.

The light dies, and the game begins. I am waiting for that sound. It is my starting gun. You turn, heart hammering against your ribs like a bird in a cage, and you bolt. You don't look back. You never look back. That is your mistake. If you looked back, you would see me. You would see the way I stretch, the way I peel myself off the concrete floor, elongated and hungry, reaching for the hem of your shirt.

I'm just running here in circle Wishing I'd found you here... Trying to find the comfort that Can ease my pain away... But you think what's funny here is I didn't know whom I'll find Because no one seems to try to help me get out of the darkest nights But hey I'm still wishing you'd come and save me From my so-called nightmare, that seems to slowly kill me..... Cause no one even knows About the pain I'm going through inside Now I'm crying silently Keeping it for myself Silent, that's what I am

The wind around them gradually swallowed his figure, but his voice lingered in the air, echoing with a sense of inevitability: "You don't need to find me. I will come to find you." "When will you come to find me?" Dean called out, unable to let go of the question. The wind stilled, and the air around them seemed to freeze for a few seconds. The distant voice, now faint and blurred, still carried an undeniable weight, echoing with unshakable authority: "When you find yourself in despair next time."

“You’re waiting for someone to put you together You are waiting for someone to push you away There’s always another word to discover. There’s always something more you wish he’d say.” Harriet’s hands clenched on the top of her legs. Zion, who’s looking at the road, also turned his fists into projectiles cannonballs. “I am everything you want I am everything you need I am everything inside you that you wish you could be I say all the right things at exactly at the right time But I mean nothing to you And I don’t know why And I don’t know why Why? I don’t know.”