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The Thread of Distance
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2026-04-30 20:13:00Levi
I sit at my desk, laptop open, emails half-read, contracts half-signed, and yet none of it registers. My mind keeps returning to the way Ana clutches Ray in her lap, how she leans slightly away from me even when I’m in the room, how her eyes—though always soft on the baby—shift just enough that I know she’s guarding herself. I should be furious, I should be impatient, but instead, I feel hollow, the kind of emptiness that makes even the perfect office setup
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Beyond Rejection. Planning
AnastasiaThe house feels heavier with each passing day, though no one says it aloud. I see the weight of expectation in Levi’s posture, the careful attention in Greta’s eyes, the quiet concern in Jenna’s. I try to act normal, try to move about like I belong, but every glance at Ray, every touch, every tiny gesture he makes toward me reminds me that I am here under their watchful eyes. I can’t let him—or anyone—see the plan forming in my mind, so I keep my movements deliberate, measured, calculated.I’ve taken to hiding little things in my room, transferring small amounts of money into a separate account whenever I can, under the guise of bills or savings. I take only what I can conceal, what can’t be traced, what won’t raise suspicion. Day by day, I prepare quietly, careful not to draw attention to myself. Greta fusses over me when I linger too long in my room, asking if I’m tired, if I ne
Beyond Rejection. The Thread of Distance
LeviI sit at my desk, laptop open, emails half-read, contracts half-signed, and yet none of it registers. My mind keeps returning to the way Ana clutches Ray in her lap, how she leans slightly away from me even when I’m in the room, how her eyes—though always soft on the baby—shift just enough that I know she’s guarding herself. I should be furious, I should be impatient, but instead, I feel hollow, the kind of emptiness that makes even the perfect office setup seem meaningless.I glance up at the living room. She’s sitting on the couch, Ray in her arms, Greta at her side. The way Ana tucks the blanket over his tiny body, the way her fingers brush through his hair—precise, gentle, protective—I can’t breathe past it. I’ve been trying to give her space, I remind myself, burying myself in work so I don’t have to apologize for the things I haven’t yet understood. And still, I can’t help noticing every
Beyond Rejection. Names Again
AnastasiaI wake to the soft hum of the house, the morning sun slicing through the blinds in thin lines across the floor. Ray is asleep in his crib, the quiet rise and fall of his chest the only sound, aside from Greta’s low humming as she fusses in the kitchen. My robe is wrapped tightly around me, tighter than usual, almost like I’m trying to contain myself in more ways than one.I stay where I am for a long moment, staring at Ray. He looks impossibly small and fragile, and I feel the weight of the truth pressing against my chest: he belongs here, in this world, and I am the only one standing between him and anything that could unsettle him. Levi is working downstairs, probably already buried in numbers or meetings. He doesn’t notice how quiet I am, how I linger in the doorway watching my son, and maybe that’s a small mercy.Greta’s steps approach, careful and deliberate. She doesn’t speak at first; she k
Beyond Rejection. Fragile
AnastasiaI don’t notice the room around me anymore. All I can feel is him—Levi, Crosswalk—pressed against me, his lips moving over mine, his hands firm and warm, anchoring me in a way that makes my knees weaken. My body twists slightly toward his, instinctively reaching for him, craving the nearness we’ve been denying each other for weeks.The warmth of him seeps into me, and my chest rises and falls with every shared breath. I feel like I could melt into him completely, let the world disappear, and just exist here, tangled up and burning with the desire that has been simmering far too long.But then he pauses.I feel it first in the way his hands hesitate on my waist, the way his forehead presses lightly against mine. He steps back just a fraction, eyes dark with something I can’t immediately name.“Anastasia… you’re still sore,” he murmurs, his voice husky, but careful, as if t
Beyond Rejection. Collapse Into Heat
LeviI don’t go to her immediately.Even after I’m told she’s back. Even after Greta confirms that she’s settled in. Even after I walk through the front door and feel it, that shift in the air that tells me she’s here again.I head to the study first.It’s a habit at this point. Work is easier. Numbers, contracts, signatures, they don’t look at me like I’ve done something wrong without saying a word. They don’t carry that quiet accusation that she does just by existing in the same space as me.I drop my briefcase on the desk and loosen my tie, staring at the stack of documents in front of me.I don’t read a single line.My mind keeps drifting. Back to the hospital. Back to the way she looked when I stood at the doorway and watched from a distance, making sure she was fine without stepping too close. Back to the way she held the child like she wasn’t sure i
Beyond Rejection. The Nursery
AnastasiaThe hospital room smells like antiseptic and something faintly metallic, like blood that has been scrubbed away but refuses to completely disappear. It clings to the back of my throat, making every breath feel heavier than it should.I lie still, staring at the ceiling, listening to the quiet rhythm of machines and distant footsteps in the hallway. My body feels like it doesn’t belong to me anymore. Every muscle aches in a way I didn’t know was possible, deep and lingering, like something inside me has been stretched and wrung out.But none of that matters.My gaze drifts slowly to the small cot beside my bed.He’s there.Tiny. Wrapped in a soft blue blanket. Barely moving except for the slow rise and fall of his chest.My son.A strange, overwhelming tightness fills my chest. Not pain. Not fear. Something else entirely. Something I don’t have the strength to name.I swallo
Beyond Rejection. Am I an Invalid?
Anastasia He starts the car. I watch him from the corner of my eyes, still upset. Maybe… because what he said was true? Would I make such a terrible mother? The car shoots into the ground, crunching slightly over the gravel. We jerk with every bump until we reach a smoother road. We are flanke
Beyond Rejection. Go for a Swim 2
Levi Just staring at her makes me hard. She may have lost a lot of weight, but she still looks as hot as ever. Coughing, I avert my gaze. She goes pink all over. It feels like we’re back to being two young teenagers again. She wraps her arms around herself, waiting for me to take the lead. I h
Beyond Rejection. Go for a Swim.
AnastasiaThe ride had been silent. Neither of us uttered a word.He hits the brakes and kills the engine.I reach out to open the door but he grasps my hand.“I may have overreacted, Anastasia. But you have to know that my patience with you has its limits”.I gulp. I too may have crossed a line, b
Beyond Rejection. The Dance
Eight Years Ago.LeviThe assembly has just ended after tedious hours trying to drill campus orientation into our heads. No one was really interested in knowing about the university while we were still struggling with our finals.My dad had even decided long ago that I won’t be attending the colleg
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