Open When You Miss Me Novels & Stories

We were caught in a fragile bubble of shared emotion, oblivious to the downpour that threatened to drown everything around us. “I missed you,” I said softly, my voice barely audible above the drumming of the rain, the words a vulnerable confession whispered into the storm. “I missed this. You.” The ‘this’ encompassed the easy camaraderie, the unspoken understanding, the unique spark that always ignited between us.

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.

"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."

I barked and barked. I was thinking, 'let me out'. I'm calm mom you can let me out. I was trying to talk to her using our mind link. It was supposed to work now, right? I tried to connect with her. 'Mom let me out'. Suddenly moms’ eyes went sad, and she looked over her left. She must have been looking at dad. Why is she sad. A hidden door opened. It popped out and startled me I jumped back and watched it slide out of the way. It didn’t swing out like a regular door does it slid to the side. It reminded me of a spaceship. It must seal itself to keep wolves from braking out.

I don't like making my mother worried, I am not her only child so why bother about only me. I shut the door quietly, dropping my bag on my desk. I sighed, my mind kept drifting to Kaden. Why did he look at me like that? Maybe it is out of pity. I sat on my bed scrolling through my phone when a notification pop in. It was a message from Emily. How did she get my number? I cautiously opened the message. ' Hi sebb, this is Emily' I typed on my phone, replying to her message. ' okay ' Another message from her entered, I sighed . Typing is stressful now that I have someone to chat with.

On the day of my marking ceremony, my twin sister suddenly returned to the pack. To pick her up, my parents, my brother, and even my mate all abandoned me. While Vivian proudly showed off a photo of herself surrounded by everyone on the pack forum, I tried to reach them through our mind link. That was when I discovered that they had already blocked me. My mate, Damian, was the only one who called me. He only said one thing. "Stop making a scene. The marking ceremony can be held another time, but Vivian rarely gets the chance to come home." As the whole pack jeered at me, I calmly canceled the marking ceremony. After returning home alone, I wrote a new number in my diary. [100.] That

I pressed the phone harder against my ear as if that might somehow close the distance. “I think about you when I wake up. I think about you when I’m supposed to be learning how systems hide people. I think about you when some girl I’ve never met tries to put her mouth on mine like I’m available. I’m not available. I haven’t been available since you. Where are you, Cassian? I’m asking again because I don’t know what else to do. Where are you? I miss you. I miss you so much it feels like something is eating its way out of my chest. Please. Please come get me. I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this alone.”

“What are you doing?” “Isn’t it obvious? I am begging on my knees. If that will make you coming here justified then fuck, I will beg on my knees every fucking day if I have to because I miss you too. I miss your scent in my house, I miss seeing you in our bed, I miss waking up to you next to me. I miss your shit in my bathroom and I miss being able to come home and know that you are there waiting for me because anything else is lonely as fuck and I can’t do that.”

“A very handsome one.” I miss him. God, I miss him. I blink hard and press the photo against my chest for a second. Just a second. I feel a yearning in my chest. An ache. It’s not unbearable but it’s there. It’s been years and he still has that power. I laugh. I stare at the photo a moment longer. Then I hear a knock. Pulling me back into reality. My body jolts. I wasn’t expecting any visitors. Another knock, a bit louder this time.