No One Would Miss Me Novels & Stories

◇RISHI POV◇ due to my silly behaviour I stayed away from her whole day but when she came near me iam really melted in her love I never get tired in loving her she said she is going near her parents I don't want her o leave me but I can't stop her because I can't be more selfish last night iam unable to sleep because iam addicted to her warmth did she also feels same like me oh God this feeling is killing me when I say that I miss you I really mean a lot you always stay in my dreams always in my heart can't really stay a moment without you can't really stay this way please come back soon as I miss you is all I can say each minute I spent without you makes me miss you so much each night I drea

Monique A missing person? My mind couldn’t hold it. I stared at him, trying to make sense of the words, but they kept slipping past. “I… I’m not missing,” I finally said, my voice barely there. “I’m right here. I’m fine.” “I know,” Marcus said gently, keeping his eyes on me like I might shatter if he blinked. “But to them....you disappeared. No phone calls. No emails. You haven’t checked in with anyone. You didn’t even take your charger.”

We just stared at the busy city.  Everything is good today.But I miss this particular person's warmth. His smile melts me.His presence fills my emptiness. His kiss makes me smile. His talks makes me annoyed. His voice gives me chills. He makes me feel alive!! In this entire darkness I miss his eyes which illuminates my heart. He makes me feel safe. I miss him.I miss that Noah freaking Parker. Love ❤️❤️ moniagnes

When I finally say enough is enough and tell this cruel place I'm in both physically and mentally I've had enough? It would be so easy. So goddamn easy. Nobody would miss me. Nobody would care. Hell, nobody would even know. I'd be just another John Doe waiting for someone to identify me. Only no one would show up. No different than what's happened in many other towns all along this great nation.

"You can't tell who really saved you, nor can you tell who the ungrateful one is. Fine. I'll help you see it clearly." I spoke up inside my heart. 'System, let's go now.'

I needed to write something too, and no matter how hard I thought, there was just one thing I could write. –please call me when you see this. I miss… YOU.

Yeah, right, Rhea…report to the police, as if that's even a thing! First of all, I don't think anybody cares that much to report my absence from work to the police. I never managed to gain friends, only enemies and bullies, it's like I have this invisible “kick-me” sign on my back. It has been like that all my life so I am used to it, I am used to being one of alone, and I sure as hell don't need pity. I mean it would be nice to have friends, it would be nice to possibly have someone who will love, someone who I will love but hey I know that things like that don't happen to people like me. People like me get used and dumped and then picked up to be used again, that's just how the game goes a

ME: Would you meet me for coffee tomorrow? I stared at the message. It sounded too casual. I added: ME: Not at the house. You can choose the place. Then: ME: I am not going to argue. I only want to talk. I sent them. The reply did not come immediately. I forced myself to place the phone down. Ten minutes later, it vibrated. MISSY: Why? I typed. ME: Because I miss you. The honesty made me uncomfortable. It also felt right. A minute passed.

It felt like a joke. If kindness got crushed and hard work only earned suspicion— Then someone else could deal with this thankless mess from now on. *** My closure notice blew up both group chats. The pickup station chat went completely insane. [What happened? Why'd it close?] [@Annie, what's going on? Why shut it down all of a sudden?] [My package is still in there! Do I seriously have to grab it tonight?] [So where are deliveries supposed to go now? This is ridiculous.]

I looked to the side, nothing. “Surprise!” “Ahhhh, you surprised me!” I exclaimed in annoyance, hitting the man's shoulder. “I really miss you honey, you haven't even called me all this time? How…!” “I miss you too Oscar!” I exclaimed immediately, hugging Oscar. The man immediately returned my hug too, I tightened my hug on him. Oscar Wilde, a man who means a lot to me too. The figure who was also part of my story first, I let go of my arms from him. "Did Tristan you come here?"