Closer To.you Closer To Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

I need your attention. I need to know that I matter to you, just once. Why can’t you see me the way I see you? Why can’t you care? Every time you pull away, every time you don’t look at me, it pulls me deeper into this. I need you to notice. I need you to feel it too. But you don’t. And I don’t know how much longer I can take it.

I close my eyes, turning inward. The bond responds immediately — not with words, but sensation. Weight settling. Friction easing. Heat redistributing instead of concentrating. “Proximity,” I say slowly. “Grounding. Consistency.” His voice is rougher when he answers. “Meaning?” I open my eyes. “Meaning when you’re close, it stabilizes. When you’re not, everything stacks.” A long pause. “This isn’t desire,” he says carefully. “No,” I agree. “But it feels… intimate.”

He dropped to his knees beside me, trembling hands hovering over my body. Tears spilled down his face, landing warm against my cold skin. A warmth that was so tender, but arrived far too late.

My heart slammed against my ribcage. He stepped closer... his face just inches from mine...

“I don’t know.” And then, quieter… “But they’re getting closer.”

Neither do I. We just stay like that, Faces inches apart. Until, he leaned closer.

Because walking away from him is one thing. But walking away from myself? That feels like a different kind of loss. And as my inbox refreshes, one thought settles deep and undeniable: This isn’t distance anymore. This is proximity. And whatever comes next? It’s going to cost us both.

I tried to liss her by telling her that it was just short-term training, and it seemed to work out perfectly. She returned home, and I headed back. In the other pocket of the suit, there was another sticky note, reading: “far from my eyes, but close to me! Far from me, but close to me! Far from my reach, but too close to my heart. May my love protect you from everything out there. I love you so much; I love you with Cordial Intent. Love T.” Reading that made me teary, but I managed not to cry at any cost.

How could anyone throw this gold mine away? “I chose you, Matteo,” I murmured. “You’re mine, and I’m never letting go.” His eyes searched mine. “Promise?” “Promise,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “You’re stuck with me forever.” He smiled. “Good. ’Cause I like your hugs better.” I pulled him close, my arms wrapping around him as if I could shield him from every Alexa in the world. “I like yours better, too,” I murmured.

Just a simple one. I stepped closer instead of pulling away, closing the distance between us completely.