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“I have missed home." His words are as simple as it can get, but they echo deep within me. ‘Home.’ He says the word so easily, as though this impossible place has always been waiting for him…will always be waiting for him no matter how long he is gone for. He says it like he has never truly belonged anywhere else…and maybe, just maybe he hasn't. "I don't even remember what home has ever felt like,” I think to myself, a strange ache settling over my chest like a rock threatening to cut off my ability to breathe.

He shrugged. A little multiplied by 2. Coughing, I raised my head and smiled. "Anyways, Kelsey, your story please." ~-~ Baby we built this house of memories, Take my picture now, shake it till you see it, And when your fantasies, become your legacy, Prooomise me a place, In a house of memories. I danced throughout the song, loving Brendon Urie's amazing voice. If you guys aren't aware, I love Panic! At The Disco.

I said to her, “I haven't.” Her unsteady eyes gave her away, and she looked in some other direction. “Oh, yeah you have.” I confirmed. “How would you even know that? You're barely home.” She attacked me. “That place is no home to me.” I replied to her. “There's only one person who makes it feel like that.” I added. “I don't give a fuck who that is. I want you out, cause this place certainly doesn't feel like home with you in it.” Her voice was pitches higher, but I knew the walls were soundproof, so I wasn't bothered.

I said, resting my head. "Drinking isn't going to help you, believe me." He stated. "I know, but at least it's going to make me forget the last 5 hours didn't happen." I shrugged. "And when you wake up, everything hits you at once." He sang a song and I chuckled. Going home seemed utterly foolish. The term 'home' was amusing; it no longer felt welcoming, especially after her departure. It had become merely a structure where I rested at night and faced disturbances each morning.

It wasn't much, but it was something. Back home, I settled Dad into bed, exhausted but relieved. We were safe, right? Wrong. Just as I started to relax, a jarring ring echoed through the house – the doorbell. It kept ringing, insistent and unsettling. Why hadn't the maid or someone answered? Heart pounding, I crept towards the door. My mind raced with possibilities, none of them good. Reaching the door, I hesitated. This didn't feel right. Then I saw them. Our house staff, all tied up and gagged, huddled by the door like discarded dolls. A cold dread washed over me. Before I could scream, my legs propelled me back to Dad's room.

The demented house I lived in before Dad killed me was the same house I was looking at. But at the same time, it wasn't the same house. The house felt different. Maybe it was because of the family that lived in it. They loved each other and the house must have eluded the same love that they gave. I did not feel completely restless or pissed at being there. I actually felt at peace, it felt like home and I just wanted to turn around and ask Rebecca's mom how she did it. How did she make a place feel as home to a complete stranger? My mother was great and warm at heart but she never knew how to make the house that I lived in feel as home.

That isn't words Like a song he wrote, that's never heard Don't you When you get home You barely recognize the pictures they put in a frame 'Cause you shed your modesty Don't circle the track Take what you have And leave your skin on the floor Don't you shy away Manifest a ceiling when you shy away Searching for that feeling Just like an "I love you" That isn't words Like a song he wrote, that's never heard When I get home Boy, you better not be there, you're long gone Shed your modesty Don't circle the track Just break the cycle in half And leave your skin on the floor Don't you shy away Manifest a ceiling when you shy away Searching for that feeling Just like an "I love you" That isn't wor

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.