Romans & histoires This House Don't Feel Like Home Lyrics

And now, I cant help but wonder what it would feel like when we are done. I liked the house full. She made it feel like home.

His brows knitted together for a moment. “Luc, is this our home now?” His shoulders fell slightly. Some of the confidence leaving his small frame. I scanned the property and from here I could see most of it. I could see the newly tilled land, the chicken coup, the small house, and the small shack that had the running water. The feelings slammed into my heart. This was starting to be home. Which was so scary. “A home isn’t a place. It’s a feeling. Being with the people you love the most.” I got down to his level. “My home is wherever you are.” He smiled. I wrapped my arms around him. Bringing him into a huge hug.

Sounds cliche but yea. "W-why?" I stuttered. "Because contrary to what everyone believes, I don't think home is where your love ones are and where you feel all the love in the world." "Then, what's home for you?" I asked. A genuine smile painted on his lips as he voices out the words, "Home is where your heart is. And my heart is here." And those words just worsen the rumblings inside my chest, also leaving me in complete awe. I lost track of how long was I've been rotten in my place, I didn't know that he think too deep and that he has a deep perspective. Dion's snap of fingers brought me back to my senses.

And for the first time in forever, the house didn’t feel like a cage. It felt like a beginning

Some part of me already knew that calling out would only delay something that was coming regardless. Each step felt heavier than the last. My hands had gone cold somewhere between the second and third stair and I couldn't feel my fingertips properly, which was strange because the house wasn't cold at all. I kept thinking 'stop, you're being ridiculous, stop' and my legs kept moving anyway, kept carrying me down the hall, kept bringing me closer to the door at the end of it. The sounds reached me before I touched the handle. I stood completely still in the hallway. "Do you love it?" Cole's voice. Low. The way it gets when he thinks no one else can hear him.

I sang in a faint voice. "Why don't you wanna go home?" He asked. I shook my head and leaned my forehead against his chest. "It's just a song," I mumbled. "But, I don't want to go home right now, really." "Hmm? Why is that?' "I am already home. You are my home now," Because the home I had in my nineteen years of existence doesn't feel like it. It's like, it was never my home. "Maybe I am born for you to shelter," I chuckled. "Are you okay with that?"

“What are you doing here?” My brows lifted, his question grating against my ear drums. “I should be asking you that.” I exhaled, and ran a finger through my hair. “Pack up, we're going home.” Kael scoffed. “Home? Where?” “You!” My mouth opened but the words died in my throat. Right. We don't have a home. The house admired by others is merely a cold hollow shell. Even I feel that it's a prison, Kael young as he was would definitely hold a higher disdain for it.

We need not talk about all of that, there’s nothing for us beyond this point why should I talk about that. “ Come on, talk to me. You seem like you have a lot on your mind. I might not be of any help but I can listen. You’ve been so kind to me, let me do the same” she says smiling, she looks so open and inviting. I look at her silent, I sort through my thoughts. It’s not like we can sit here silent. “I was just thinking about what makes a house a home. I live here but it doesn’t feel like home. There hasn’t been a place where I feel at home in a long time.” I say allowing for a moment of honesty.

Home. The word hit me like a punch to the chest. Safe. Warm. Something I’d never really had in my life not with my father’s house, not with all the cold walls and rules that made me feel more like a prisoner than a son. But hearing it now? From him? God, I liked the sound of it. I wanted it. “Yes,” I said quickly, almost too quickly. “Home. Take me home.” And then, like an idiot, my throat tightened. That single word stirred something ugly and fragile inside me, and before I could shut it down, a drop of water slipped from the corner of my eye.

He paused and rubbed his right thumb across her cheek, his eyes boring into her deepest part. "I don't want to come back just to a clean home and home made meals. I want to come back to you too." His voice was so deep and coarse with overwhelming emotions. "I want to come home to you 'cause my home is where my heart is. You're stuck with me, Ava. I'm never letting you go, so I need you to start getting rid of your fears." That was all she needed to hear to get the sparks out. And by God, she believed every word.