Open When You Miss Me Novels & Stories

Careful young lady Hailey , “Pardon I suppose , who are you ..” Well I am “X” What you mean the alphabet “x?” , hahah well Mr. who so ever I -um I am sorry .. Mr.”x”--- are you the bar tender? Well lady i rather be a sweet acquaintance to you , are you all alone here? No no – I am with , oh No I -I have to go “X” --- I am lost – Hailey ,” Elena where are you .. I have been calling you for past 10 minutes .. I didn’t expect you to leave me so abruptly ---”

He mutters, “I miss you . . .” — BLAKE POV I couldn’t help but mumble, “I miss you,” over and over again. I am at a loss for words to describe what is going on inside my thoughts at this very moment. One of my favorite ways to pull it off is to simply kiss her while keeping my eyes closed—even though I care for her very deeply, the fact that others are looking at us when we are together is something that I try to avoid since it makes me feel awkward. “Let’s go,” she whispers.

◇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

The screen lights up. My pulse immediately begins to race. The phone takes forever to boot, and I find myself impatiently tapping my fingers against my knee while waiting for the applications to load. Come on. Come on. Finally, the home screen appears. Without wasting another second, I open my messages. Several notifications appear at once. The message that instantly catches my attention makes warmth spread through my chest. It's from Wellington. I open it immediately. I know you'd be bored. You don't have to admit that you miss me, so take in as much oxygen as your lungs need and live because once I see you again, I'm taking all of it away.

No response. “I miss you. I miss you every day and it’s more painful than I can take. Every time I look at your pictures, I feel as though someone is stabbing my heart with needles. I can’t take it. You being in a place where I cannot see or talk to you just tears me apart and I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.” A single tear fell down my cheek. “Just one more day. One day is what I’m asking for. Let me hold you just for one day and I promise it’s enough for me.”

Like a quiet squeeze I don’t know how to name. I read it again. Miss you. I should smile. I think. I should feel something soft and obvious and easy. Instead I just sit there, blanket twisted around my legs, hair everywhere, heart doing something confusing. Because I miss him too. I just don’t know what that means anymore. I type. I miss you too. I look at it. It feels… too open. Too honest. Too something. I delete it. Type again. Morning. That’s safer. That’s controlled.

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.

I fall to the floor with the clothes and clutch my phone in my other hand, feeling defeated. I fucking miss him already. Smiling, I pull up his number and begin my message. Except, I write the thing four times and end up erasing every single one I type out. "Hey, Brixton. I hope you're thinking about what we talked about earlier. I miss you and really want to be back together but I need for you to be open and honest with me. I love you so much." Hey there, little bird. I fucking miss you too and I fucking love you more than life itself. I have been thinking about what we talked about and I'm ready to be open with you.

“…then listen to me.” My voice cracked. “You have to come back. I cannot do this without you.” Saying it left me exposed and raw, but . “I miss you.” A tear rolled down my cheek before I could stop it. I didn’t even remember the last time I teared up over a woman, and yet, here I was. “I miss hearing your voice. I miss arguing with you. I miss the way you looked at me whenever I said something stupid.” A weak laugh escaped me. “Which was more often than I would ever admit.” The laugh faded. “I miss you walking into a room. I miss your smile. I miss you. I miss seeing you and despite everything, knowing that things would be okay simply because you were there.”

A few rare times I had to take a photo of Sasha when I found her particularly beautiful and I took care to lock it in a folder with a password. I miss her. I fucking miss her. I would give anything just to have one last moment with her. A call, a dinner, even a small, insignificant message. I receive a message and I have a start believing that my prayers have been answered. But this is just a message from June. I open it and I can see that it comes with a link. ‘URGENT TO OPEN RIGHT AWAY’ It's 11:30 p.m. and I just want to fucking sleep.