Novel & Cerita Amor À Distância

he said. Ammie frowned. “That’s not your decision.” Silence. --- He was close now. Too close. Ammie should’ve stepped back. But she didn’t immediately. And that hesitation— Made everything feel heavier. --- Adrian’s voice dropped lower. “…You’ve been distant.” Ammie looked away slightly. “I’ve been normal.” “That’s not normal,” he replied. Silence. --- Ammie finally stepped back slightly. “This conversation doesn’t make sense.”

Instead, the ache spreads through my chest and down my arms as if my body has become a conduit for a choice I did not make. I close my eyes. Not to see her. To hold myself steady. Love creates conduction. It is not romance. It is physics. Proximity changes what can be felt. Connection makes some things audible that were silent before. I have lived outside that kind of conduction for so long that I mistook it for invulnerability. It was only distance. And distance, once breached, cannot be pretended back into place. I think of her, not as image, but as presence.

“You want to hate me, Amara? Then do it close enough to remember how my touch feels.” Her eyes widened, her lips parted..And I closed the distance..my lips meeting hers, her lips, Soft. Tender as I felt sweetness but she didn't give in…and I slip my tongue into her mouth as she let out a soft moan,and responded back slowly. Then suddenly she pulls away. For a second, the world went quiet. Her eyes locked with mine—hurt and longing mixed. Then she pushed me away. Her hand was shaking. “Let’s stop this already, Professor Black,” she whispered, voice breaking. “I’ll keep my distance.”

Still, I couldn’t stop the involuntary tremors of anger running through my body as I carried over the wine for their toast. No sooner had they finished than the crowd roared again, "Kiss! Kiss!" Victoria tilted her face up, closing her eyes. Standing just behind Ethan, I whispered desperately, "Enough. Even if this is just for show, you’ve gone too far. I’m furious." How foolish of me to think Ethan might care about whether I was upset. Without the slightest hesitation, he kissed her. Furthermore, it wasn’t a polite peck. It was hungry and reckless, as if the two of them might combust right there in front of everyone.

lots of love, amara<3

She pressed her forehead against the glass, closing her eyes as the coolness seeped into her skin. Her mind raced with memories, late-night conversations filled with laughter, whispered promises under the sheets, the way his eyes softened whenever he looked at her as if she were the only person who mattered. How had they gone from that warmth to this unbearable distance? The rain outside intensified, drumming against the window like an urgent warning. Amara rose and began pacing the room. She hated the silence. It wasn’t just between them; it was inside her, wrapping around her like chains. She wanted to scream, to demand answers, to force him to speak. Yet when the moment came earlier that

He was just a couple of inches taller than I was, so I could rest my head on his shoulder as he kissed my hair and rubbed my back. We moved slowly together to our own rhythm. “Mi amor, mi corazon, mi cielo,” Javier murmured to me. My love, my heart, my sky. You are America and I am Cuba, and sometimes I feel the sea between us, pushing us apart. But tonight, I want there to be no distance. I want to give you my heart, my soul, my body.” I was swooning. This was the Javier I’d fallen in love with, this passionate romantic who made me feel like the most important man in his world. “I want to do the same for you, sweetheart,” I said.

And there it was again. That dangerous warmth. That annoying feeling in her chest whenever he got too close. “You’re distracted,” he observed quietly. “You’re stressful.” “That’s not an answer.” “It’s the truth.” For a second, Adrian’s expression softened again. And honestly? Amara was beginning to hate when he looked at her like that. Not because she disliked it, But because she liked it way too much. Which was clearly the real problem here. The music finally ended. Thank God. Amara immediately stepped away from him like she had just escaped a life threatening situation.

So, when another person appears to you at your most lonesome moments and lavishes you with gentle, attentive care, it is only a matter of time before you become susceptible to certain kinds of reveries and imaginations. What else could be a bigger wrench in a long-distance relationship, if not the lack of chance to be with one another in their daily lives? Then, a third-wheel would be able to hijack that absence in companionship—and before one knew it, love had lost to something as mundane as distance. When Tiffany returned to the lobby below the little apartment she was renting, she asked out of courtesy, “Would you like to come in and have a cuppa?” Alejandro stared at her with a strange l

Amore slowly opened her eyes. “Caity we need to go. I don't know where we are, but I really need to sleep.” Amore looks at Caity's swollen red eyes, sighing. Amore threw her head backward, then grunted “Ug, just follow me!” Amore slowly started going furder down the hill. Amore did not even bother to look back. She could hear Caity's footsteps echoing from behind struggling to keep up.