Open When U Miss Me Novels & Stories

He looked at the photo on his desk — Sophia laughing, the wedding photograph, face-up where he had placed it weeks ago and left it. Twelve minutes later his phone lit up. Okay. He held the phone and he held that word and he thought about everything it did not contain — the warmth, the forgiveness, the opening he had been hoping for in some part of himself he was learning to overrule. Four letters. A door left neither open nor closed, simply acknowledged. It was more than he had earned. He put the phone down. He went to the guest room. He lay on the bed in the dark with the Chicago night outside the window and the empty house around him and Ethan's letter in the bag by the door.

{ My tears flows uncontrollably As it fills up,my chairs again, the pain too deep. But what do I do, you've become My everything, slowly has fallen in love without even knowing when it happened. Even though I can't hold you. Even if I can't see you Knowing that you are always happy and smiling , was enough for me } I miss you... but then I'm still okay... Even though I won't get to see you again. Although you are just a step away from me.

But maybe this is still not the right time. Please always remember that I love you very much. Missing you every day, my one and only. - Infinity

Raina “Hey, Harry.” Is that what I sounded like? My voice echoed around my head, and I tried to keep myself from slamming the phone down and forgetting this whole thing. I didn’t want to have to do this, but I didn’t see what choice I had. I was worried about him, and I needed to hear his voice again before I lost my damn mind. I took a deep breath and forced myself to keep talking. “Hey, Harry,” I repeated. “I just wanted to check that you got my message the other day. I miss you. I wanted you to know that I’m thinking about you, and I can’t wait to see you again.”

I asserted with fervor, placing emphasis on each word. "I am traversing this path unaccompanied, yet I harbor no grievances; in fact, I find solace in it," I continued, my determination unwavering. "I am happy, mum." "Are you happy? It feels like it's been an eternity since I've seen your radiant smile, the one that used to light up your face. I miss hearing your laughter, and when I do hear it, it seems forced and insincere." Her gaze rests on me, her hand gently placed on my shoulder. There are no tears in her eyes, but they appear glossy.

Once the crying subsided, we separated from one other. Looking into her eyes, I didn't pass judgment. "You can tell me anything you know, don't you?" I inquired with a level head. In her stunning eyes, there was a trace of uncertainty. I took hold of her hand and gave it a firm squeeze. "Nothing," she said, her tears wiped away. To you, "nothing" means what? Please tell me what it was because if it was insignificant, you wouldn't be crying like this. I am Cleah, your friend. We have committed to one another! I spoke in a sulky manner. To facilitate my lunch purchase, she shoved me in the direction of the counter. I gasped for air. Since I am familiar with her well, I cannot make her open up

I felt calm and my spirit suddenly became alive. " Thank you. I'd really appreciate". And just like that he zoomed off. Felt like a guardian angel just stopped by. I walked into the hospital with so much determination to unlock the truth from the doctors mouth since he has a loose mouth. I knocked. Once—Twice—Thrice... " Yes, Come in" The doctor lifted his eye from the document in his hands and looked at me with a broad smile. " Hey Miss Monroe" he says pointing at the chair to have a sit.

My thumb hovers over it for a second, then I press call. It rings, twice, and then…. “The number you are trying to reach is not available…” I close my eyes. It's the same thing every time, but it still hurts every single time. “Yeah,” I whisper hoarsely. “I figured.” I lower the phone slowly, my grip tightening slightly. “I miss you,” I breathe out, but silence answers me as usual. I open my gallery next to watch her pictures….out pictures. And there she is….. smiling, alive, and real.

I was amazed, by the fact that they were more impressed by her rather than repused by it all. “I miss her,” I sighed, thinking that I wish she wasn’t in that the hit and run accident last year. I wished that I could just pick up the phone and tell her what was on my mind. The only one in my family who was willing to listen to my problems all the time. Kim continued, seeing as I wasn’t responding because my mind drifted as I started to think about Grandma, “Sex always sells, and they can’t censor you, can they?” “I…what?” I sputtered and goggled at her.

Once again baby I miss you. I put my cell phone on my chest, closing my eyes. Yes, I am also thinking of you and I miss you terribly.