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Safety. But now I’m here... it doesn’t feel like home anymore. The house looks the same, but it feels different. Bigger. Quieter. Like I’m standing outside somewhere I used to belong, instead of somewhere that’s mine. 'You’re being ridiculous.' Zanthe huffs at me. 'I bet the training centre will feel like home.' She paces closer in my mind, her tail flicking. 'Home is a feeling anyway, not a place. You just haven’t found it again yet.'

But that sounds like horse shit to me. “I actually don’t feel good, Mum. I feel weird.” “Weird, how?” she asks. “I don’t know,” I continue. The car slows to a stop. I stare out the window to the place I call home. Calling it home feels wrong but I don’t know why. I don’t know a lot of things these days except the music. And on most days, the music doesn’t make me feel as whole as I try to make it seem. I open the door and put a foot out. “Something is off.”

I started to hum a song when I feel his chest heaved. "All of my life, I thought I was right. Looking for something new. Stuck in my ways like old-fashioned days but all the roads lead me to you. The house that you're living in, don't make it a home. But, feeling lonely doesn't mean you're alone." I saw him smiling and I beamed proudly as I continue to sing.

Of all the things I felt but never really shown Perhaps the worst is that I ever let you go I should not ever let you go, oh oh oh It’s not over tonight Just give me one more chance to make it right I may not make it through the night I won’t go home without you It’s not over tonight Just give me one more chance to make it right I may not make it through the night I won’t go home without you And I won’t go home without you And I won’t go home without you And I won’t go home without you...

We're building a home. When I was a child, I thought that the house is the home. I thought home is a place because I always hear from them that there's no other place like home.But for me, home is a feeling. The feeling that drives you to be free, to rest, to continue amidst of all the chaos. I've been searching for that feeling. Never in my life, I felt being close to home. I always need to act okay. Act fine when I'm not and lie about the way I feel.

I will literally throw up. I can't stand here anymore or things might go south. It's weird how even your house doesn't feel like home anymore. I like to think that being at home is more of a feeling or a person because a place just doesn't fit the description. It's just how they say it, a house is not a home. God, I've never related more to that statement anymore than I now do. This home conversation that I'm having with myself distracts me from my mother and by the time I mentally come back to them, Leo has a smile on his face and my mother is smiling a thin lipped smile.

No desire to step out and pretend everything was fine. I stared up at the barely visible ceiling in the dark. For the first time in a long time, I admitted to myself—this house no longer felt like home. I wasn’t even sure we could still call ourselves a family. I leaned back slowly until my shoulders met the mattress, legs still dangling off the edge of the bed. The springs creaked softly beneath me, filling the silence like an unwanted reminder that I was still here, still breathing, still pretending to be part of something that no longer fit. Somewhere upstairs, the faint hum of the heater kicked in, a mechanical sigh that echoed the one buried deep in my chest.

I say honestly and loudly and her body freezes, I can see the hurt in her face too. “Why not?” she asks, her voice wobbling just slightly. “This place,” I gesture vaguely at the house, “it doesn’t feel like mine, it doesn't feel like home to me.” There is a pause, a heavy one. My father clears his throat. “Son, why don’t we go inside first” “I don’t want to,” I stop him, surprising even myself. “I don’t want to go inside it feels like I am in a strangers house, like I am invading.”

This city's gonna break my heart She's always gonna break your heart Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh She got a hold of me She got me wrapped 'round her finger She got a hold on me She got me wrapped 'round her finger This city's gonna break my heart (oh, yeah) This city's gonna love me then leave me alone (it's gonna love me then leave me alone) This city's got me chasing stars (oh) It's been a couple of months since I felt like I'm home Am I getting closer to knowing where I belong? This city's gonna break my heart (hey, yeah) She's always gonna break your heart

My heart ached at knowing that I was the reason for the tears that formed in her eyes. “What the hell?” Jace asked as he caught up with me a few yards away. “Don’t fucking start. Make sure she gets home and then just drop it. I want to be left alone.” Not stopping, I made my way back into my house, although it no longer felt like home. It felt more like a prison, thanks to my mother. I imagine it would take a long time, if ever, for me to feel comfortable in my home again.