[105] Home
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Challenge: [105] Home
Title: Home is (Not) Where the Heart is
Word Count: 182
Notes: Err…>> I got nothing. D: But I liked this, okay? XD
She’s listening.
She’s listening, and waiting, for them to come back to her. She knows they will, because she is home. And she is at home. There’s no other reason for them not to.
But they still haven’t come back yet, after all this time.
She’s been listening for so long, the silence is pounding in her ears. She can’t stand it anymore. Even the waves had begun to be silent.
And then she’s screaming.
It’s loud and nothing but sound. There’s no one around – it’s perfect.
The noise is much better sounding than the silence.
She should have said goodbye, properly. She could have hugged them goodbye. She would have, but she didn’t.
Shoulda, woulda, coulda. It’s so much easier in the past tense.
She knows that there’s no reason to be unhappy – she’s home, she has her heart. But it really doesn’t feel like it. It feels empty, hollow.
The voice is starting to echo back now.
Come home.
She’s screaming louder than the earth, the sky, the ocean – loud enough to bring them back to her.
Come home!
Almost.
Title: Home is (Not) Where the Heart is
Word Count: 182
Notes: Err…>> I got nothing. D: But I liked this, okay? XD
She’s listening.
She’s listening, and waiting, for them to come back to her. She knows they will, because she is home. And she is at home. There’s no other reason for them not to.
But they still haven’t come back yet, after all this time.
She’s been listening for so long, the silence is pounding in her ears. She can’t stand it anymore. Even the waves had begun to be silent.
And then she’s screaming.
It’s loud and nothing but sound. There’s no one around – it’s perfect.
The noise is much better sounding than the silence.
She should have said goodbye, properly. She could have hugged them goodbye. She would have, but she didn’t.
Shoulda, woulda, coulda. It’s so much easier in the past tense.
She knows that there’s no reason to be unhappy – she’s home, she has her heart. But it really doesn’t feel like it. It feels empty, hollow.
The voice is starting to echo back now.
Come home.
She’s screaming louder than the earth, the sky, the ocean – loud enough to bring them back to her.
Come home!
Almost.