Contigo A La Distancia Novels & Stories

he puts an envelope on the table next to my hands. "Ana, it's the truth, look, I'm just going to tell you one thing, in this envelope there's a plane ticket for you, I've been offered a job in France and I won't be able to come and see you anymore, I have a month to leave, if in a month you're not at the airport an hour before I leave, unfortunately I don't want to know anything more about you, because it hurts us, Ana, I'm a human being who feels too".

Stronger. “You’re not doing that.” “You don’t get to decide that,” I said quietly. Her eyes flashed. “And neither do you.” Silence snapped between us. Real. Sharp. Because this stopped being strategy two pulses ago. This is us. Lucien watched us both. Then said the one thing that shifted the ground again. “You’re both wrong.” We turned. “How.” “Distance won’t fix this,” he said. Pause. “Because the connection isn’t physical anymore.” My chest tightened. “Then what is it.”

I said without hesitation. That answer didn’t relax him, It sharpened his focus. “Then stay unpredictable,” he said. “Stay visible enough to matter, distant enough to avoid capture.” I nodded. “And you?” “I’ll do what I do best,” he replied quietly. “Move where he doesn’t expect.” As he left, the distance between us closed only after he was gone. Controlled distance, I realized, wasn’t absence. It was restraint. And restraint, when shared was its own kind of bond.

I whispered under my breath, thinking of her, “then I’ll give it to you.” “If distance is what you need,” I whispered, “then I’ll give it to you.” Even if it means becoming someone you can live without.

The edge softened slightly. Still there. But manageable. He moved closer again. This time— He didn’t stop himself. His hand came to the table. Close to mine. Not touching. Deliberate. “You’re saying proximity matters,” he said. “Yes.” “Then distance solves it.” “No.” That answer came immediately. Firm. He blinked slightly. “Explain.” I closed the notebook. Set it down. Looked at him fully. “Distance changes the condition,” I said. “It doesn’t remove it.”

Distance, I’ve learned, isn’t only about separation. Sometimes it’s the space you give someone to walk without being pulled.

"You need to disguise yourself from other people tomorrow, my dear." I nod in agreement. Knowing that Marco, tagged in his post, many of my followers from this place will try their best to know my itinerary. I can handle them, and I need an excuse to walk away if everything goes sideways. "Where are we going tomorrow anyway?" I asked her. She smiled. "We are going to spend two days in the resort nearby, you know the ones owned by the Buenavista?" I nodded and vibed at the music. Oh, we're just going to a resort. I might as well pack my new swimsuits from Anastacia. Anastacia is a brand I am currently contracted with. They asked me to promote their swimsuits, and a resort is perfect!

Feel like Joan getting Lynd with strong spell before she realize. “For me, the distance does matter. Must be this close to make your hearts beat for me?” Joan stared at Lynd from a fairly close distance between faces, remaining only one inch the size of a palm. Right at that distance in the same position Joan remained standing, persevering and continuing his speech. “But I never had a chance to pass more distance than this to you. Because our relationship standing today is at zero.” Lynd was filled with questions in her mind. What Joan meant by zero as their relationship. Is he doing now a confession? Lynd try to gaps the situation.

I can’t exactly act like Chris with him being so far away, they won’t notice, right? -----------

The question sent a violent shiver of heat straight down my spine. “Yeah… but you’re not here,” I finally confessed, laying all my cards on the table. “I really want to feel you.” “Distance doesn't matter, Ella. I might not be in the room with you, but I can still be with you right now. I can make you feel me, even from here.” She sounded entirely confident, her certainty echoing through the phone. “What do you mean?” I asked, entirely captivated and eager to know what she had in mind.