Open When U Miss Me Novels & Stories

Like they are waiting. I curl my fingers inward, trying to mimic the way he used to hold them, but it is not the same. My hands are too cold. Too light. His warmth is missing, replaced by this quiet ache that does not leave me alone no matter how many times I try to distract myself. I whisper, not loud enough for anyone outside this room to hear, “I miss you.” The confession barely leaves my lips, but it feels real, like something I have been holding under water for too long finally breaks the surface.

Fuck, I miss him now. I put the key inside the lock and turned the handle. It opened with a clink. The house was covered in the darkness. I let it be that way and walked inside. I could still listen the sound of the music even I am far away from the party. suddenly, the song changed to I Still wait for you by XYLO. Sometimes I feel like I can't remember Waking up with you when we were together I lost my temper, you left at midnight We saw the tears fall like rain on the headlights

I want you to feel what it’s like to be abandoned, Melisa. I want you to feel what I have felt for over 12 years because, goddammit, seeing you from afar without me hurts so bad. Melisa, Melisa, Melisa my fucking whore Melisa… I miss your touch, your kiss, and your fucking body—those pussy, those clit, those boobs, and those curves. God! God! I want them so bad. I want to mark every last bit of it! She is sleeping in her new apartment alone, naked, and I can see her from afar through the screen.

My phone vibrates on my desk and I run to answer it. Yes, I know I'm pathetic. "Hello?" "Hi baby." His voice is so soft he gets that way when he feels guilty. I am thrilled just to hear the sound of his voice. "Khalan, I miss you so much." I say, on the verge of tears. "I miss you too, you don't even know how much. You and my girls. I have been busy with the album release, but you guys are on my mind all the time. Can't wait to see you."

"Please pick up," I mumbled to myself quietly as I held my phone up to my ear. The ringing sound dragged on for what felt like forever, before the dreaded voicemail came through for the umpteenth time. "Tyler Gray is unable to come to the phone right now," the automated recording seemed to taunt me. "Please leave a message after the beep." "Tyler, baby, it's me - Ally," I cringed at sound of the words coming out from my mouth. "Please call me back, I just want to know that you're ok."

And at that very moment, the words to the lullaby suddenly all came rushing back to her; Walk on a rainbow trail Walk on a trail of song And all about you will be beauty There is a way out Of every dark mist Over a rainbow trail. Her eyes snapped open. There is a way out of every dark mist over a rainbow trail…. *** Outside the bathroom door, Tom paced back and forth, one hand rubbing his chin and the other clenched in his side pocket. Should I go down on one knee? he wondered, stopping in front of the bathroom door. No, no, no, he shook his head and continued pacing. Too cliché.

Not the Vittorio estate, not Sicily—this patch of earth, these flowers, this quiet. The past was a closed door. I wasn’t going to knock anymore. From now on, I lived for myself—and that was enough. Maybe one day I would return to Sicily, but only for myself, never for them. Never again would I beg for anyone’s love. From now on, I belong to me. — END —

“Gods, I missed you.” “I missed you too.” The admission was torn from a place she’d sealed shut. “Even when I hated you, I missed you. Every day.” His eyes glistened in the lamplight. He leaned forward, his forehead coming to rest against hers. Their breath mingled, warm in the cold space. The mating pull, a constant hum since his return, swelled into a resonant chord. It wasn’t just desire. It was recognition. Completion. A puzzle piece slotting home after being lost for years.

Maybe that was what a healthy relationship was supposed to feel like. On the day of my engagement party, I received a text from an unknown number. [Congratulations.] I knew exactly who it was. I didn't reply. I simply blocked the number and put my phone away. Some chapters are meant to stay closed. And this time, I never looked back.

That night, after calmly arranging his affairs, I took sleeping pills and lay down next to him. “I’ll be with you soon.” When I opened my eyes again, there was a blinding white light. “Are you okay?” I shot upright and realized I was leaning over my desk. The girl next to me was wiping tears from her cheeks, choking on her sobs. “Emma just went off with Callum. Ugh, finally, love triumphs over everything.” My eyes widened as I looked down at the novel in front of me. It was open to the chapter titled “Please Wait for Me.” The illustration showed him holding my hand, standing by the sea, supporting each other through life.