Novel & Cerita Between The Two Of Us

Neither of us spoke, neither of us needed to because in that single moment. We both understood. Nothing between us would ever be the same again.

And the ocean takes. And today, it gave me her. Legs and all. And we still had no idea what she was. ---

We looked at each other across the small distance left between us on the couch. Neither of us closed it. But neither of us moved away. And outside the city kept going and inside the lamp stayed on and it was just the two of us in the quiet figuring it out as we went. Exactly like we said we would.

Closer than we had ever been. And the quiet between us held that. Gently. Without rushing it.

“I do.” Silence swells between us, dangerous, intimate, unresolved.

she spoke I shook my head and let it go. We have a beautiful apartment with a spacious living room , a beautiful dinning table, a modern kitchen with a balcony which give us the perfect view. We have a small sitting place in the balcony also. I usually sit there and read books with a cup of a coffee

“Should this be done?” “Yes, I was determined and you can't step back, Laurel, for your own sake, for Aamber's sake, remember?” “B-but I didn't expect it to be this fast. I mean, you said we had a chance to get to know each other first, you said we had time for a long engagement so… so—” “I've ordered tickets, everything is prepared there. Aamber will follow us later. It can't be undone and now we are on our way there.”

"How come no one asked me before?" He rubbed the back of his neck. "No, I didn't ask anyone else. I thought that-," he paused to wet his lips. "-that maybe only we two could go." "Oh," I said, not knowing what to say to him. We never went out without our group. We never hung out, just the two of us. I opened my mouth to say something to him but I heard a loud bang, as if a locker was slammed shut angrily, a few metres behind me. I jumped a little at it and turned around to see Brian walking away from his locker.

He was staring past it, jaw tight, eyebrows drawn. He looked like he was barely holding it together. We made eye contact across the asphalt. For the first time since this morning, there was no coldness between us. No posturing. No anger. Just worry. Worry that mirrored mine exactly. He didn’t walk over. I didn’t either. We just stood there for a moment, watching each other from a distance neither of us tried to close. Maybe because neither of us had anything helpful to say. Maybe because the only words that mattered were the ones neither of us had: