You Began To Feel Like Home の小説・ストーリー

It felt like coming home and falling apart all at once. And then—

Yet, I was standing like a mountain, nothing was able to move me even a bit. I was right in front of my packhouse, and for the first time, I started feeling like I didn't belong to where I was heading. The pack was also my house and never my home. Home is where you belong, not just a simple place you come back to. Until my mate moved to here, I couldn't step a step inside. So, I turned around and started running....

It was the sense of familiarity that struck me as I looked at the beautiful home. It was like I had been there before, the sense of déjà vu that I got from it all was too strong to ignore. " Welcome home, Young master, Young Madame,"

Aaron The house didn’t feel like home. That was the first thing that hit me. Not because anything had changed. But because I had. The walls were the same soft color, the couch still slightly worn at the edges, the small crack near the window still there like it had always been. Even the air smelled the same—warm, familiar, safe. Safe. That word didn’t sit right anymore. I stood just inside the doorway for a second too long, my bag still hanging off my shoulder like I hadn’t fully decided to stay.

A connection that met her where she stood. And for the first time, staying didn’t feel like a risk. It felt like home.

He approached joy with the same intensity he brought to everything else, and somehow that made it impossible to resist. The strangest part of it all was my own mind. I caught myself looking around his massive, dark-paneled house the other night and thinking the word ‘home’. It surprised me, hitting like a sudden splash of cold water, but the longer I sat with the thought, the more completely natural it felt. The house had stopped feeling like his space that I occupied and started feeling like ‘ours’.

At the apartment that no longer feels unfamiliar. No longer feels temporary. It feels... Like home.

For the first time since the accident I didn’t feel like I was drowning. I felt like I was 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.

“It’s so… him.” I let out a breath, dropping my bag near the couch. “That’s what it means to be in someone else's space.” Anna turned to me, a playful grin stretching across her face. “Did it ever feel like home?” The question took me by surprise. I opened my mouth to reply, but nothing came out right away. The truth was—somewhere along the journey, it had stopped feeling temporary. James's apartment, his domain, had slowly enveloped me. It had shifted from being foreign to oddly comforting.