You Are Missing From Me Novels & Stories

“Maybe it’s not about who you are now, but who you were meant to be.” Ayesha’s pulse quickened. Because deep down— She had always felt like there was something missing. Something she wasn’t supposed to know. And now, it was all starting to unravel. She turned to Adrian, her voice steady. “Then it’s time to find out the truth.” Adrian nodded. “And when we do?” Ayesha met his gaze. “Then we burn them to the ground.”

Something was clearly amiss, as even with her occasional forgetfulness, the significant gap in her memory and her unexplained presence in that location didn't make any sense. Josephine searched her phone for clues. The first thing that came to her mind was to contact Lewis. She tapped on his chat, but a glaring error message informed her that they were no longer friends. She couldn't remember when Lewis had deleted her from his friends list. Furthermore, she had no recollection of sending any messages to him either.

For the first time in years, I didn't struggle to find the right words. "She's the missing parts of me and I'm hoping... I'm the missing parts of her."

I turned her around to face me and all I could see was doubt on her eyes. Why isn’t she believing my words? “I miss you.It’s been really hard for me since you left.You’re on my mind every second of the day.I hate it that you’re not home with me.I’ve been sleeping in your bed because it smells like you,because I wanted to feel you in any way possible.I miss you.I miss us.I miss everything we shared.Being without you for weeks now makes me feel like a living corpse.It’s like my soul is away from me.Please give me a chance,Maliyah,please.”

My parents are music professors, and their university is always hosting these music salons and exchange events. But they never took me. After I graduated from college, I was desperate to see what it was like, so I begged my mother for a visitor's pass. She was busy helping my sister Ella fill out an application for one of those concerts, and she cut me off cold: "Everyone attending is a top-tier musician. You can't even read sheet music—walking in there, you'd just stick out like a sore thumb." A few days later, I stood in the freezing wind, listening to the applause rolling out from the auditorium. My sister stood at center stage, performing alongside a bunch of renowned musicians. That nig

"I feel like I'm watching you from across a room, and every time I get close, you move a little further away." "Marcus—" "I'm not trying to start a fight. I just..." He trailed off, and I heard him exhale, a long slow breath. "I miss you. Not the version of you that's on stage. Not the version that's on book covers. You. The you that used to tell me everything." I pressed my hand against my mouth. The you that used to tell me everything. That version of me was gone. She had disappeared somewhere between the handshake and the honeymoon, and I didn't know how to get her back. I didn't know if she had ever really existed.

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.”

Fun and thrill I doubt I'll ever see, by the way. And it's very clear you miss him. I guess I should count myself as lucky, since my mum stayed with me much longer than your dad. I'm not trying to be snarky. Not at all. I'm just saying you've probably had it worse and you're perfectly fine. And here I am, sulking. Thank you, Nate. For trying to get who I am, and why I am the way I am. You're among the very few who managed to scratch past the surface, and the first who did that in a short amount of time.

I pick up my phone once again and look at your picture. “Where are you and how are you? Do you still think of me? Noah misses you so much, I miss you so much too.” I close my eyes and remember your scent. “Ah, skinny girl...”

"And give you this..as the token of my love.You are the rightful owner of this image of yours. “ Missing someone gets easier everyday because even though you are one day further from the last time you saw them, you are one day closer to the next time you will.” ********************************************** ~~Shrinkhla Singh😃😃😃