Sing You Home Novels & Stories

A call from home came through. "Adam, dinner's ready. Could you pick up some yam on your way back?" "Sure, Mom." My steps grew lighter, my pace quickened, and I jogged into the subway station. It felt as if I could already smell the aroma of dinner waiting at home. After taking so many detours for over a decade, I finally reached the end of my dream path. Now… I truly had a home.

**** Note: Song*- Homesick by Dua Lipa

“You can hear it in the silence- silence The silence - silence Youuuuu You can feel it on the way home - way home - way home - way home Youuuuu You can see it with the lights out - light outs - lights out - lights out You are in love - true love - you are in love”

But now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now take me home Home where I belong Oh, no, no Now take me home Home where I belong Ho, ho, ho Now take me home Home where I belong Oh, no, no Now take me home Home where I belong I can't take it anymore..." " I never knew you had a sexy voice." Lyle teased his wife. " Hey, babe...welcome home." she hugged him. " Thanks, how was your day off?" he asked as she sat on his lap. "Quite eventful, " she answered. " Has it been long since Lana and Lina left?" he inquired.

For a time, we sat in silence, listening to the crackle of the coals. Swat slipped into a low-key song. Long Way Home was the first song that came to mind when I heard it. No words left my mouth as I watched him run his fingertips up and down my arm, sending shivers down my spine. “When you sing to me, it makes me feel very special,” she said. Smile No, I didn't turn around and look back. A simple—I know—is all it takes. -Thank you-. Justin, thanks, but there's no need to thank me.

' 'Because I know where you sleep now. 'And I'm coming home.'

The music, his words…they were all swaying her in the wrong direction… And it was foolish of her to actually want to be swayed. “We…that was…” 'Whispering that this was once our home Our home, our home.' The song came to an end then, and the silence that roamed the room gripped Quinn’s palpitating heart. “It was~”

Then, I made myself comfortable there while the song of your memories played in the background. "Sweet creature, sweet creature. Wherever I go, you bring me home. Sweet creature, sweet creature. When I run out of road, you bring me home." Your deep airy voice lingered my ears as I entered the living room with a bottle of a liter coke and a pair of glasses in my hands. I smiled as I saw you sitting on the sofa, comfortably laid on its backrest with your hand holding the mic as you sing the song. My smile widened when you turned your head on me the moment you noticed my presence. You got up from the sofa and extended your free arm on me, as if telling me to head to you so you could keep me.

Slide the green button, then turn on the speaker. Hansel had no intention of talking. He was silent and pretended to be Sherly. [Sherly, thank goodness you answered my call. I have to tell you right now that father has accepted the proposal of a very rich man to be your husband. Like it or not, you have to go home and accept this match!]

A small grin played on his lips. I laughed airily. "A little." We walked in silence for another minute before Sylas spoke again. "Anyways, I have an empty house. You can crash for the night. I can help you get on the bus or find a car tomorrow."