Contigo A La Distancia Novels & Stories

"Hear me out. I need you to get this. I'm not returning. We're done. But beyond that... I need distance from you. Real distance. No popping up at my place. No showing at my job. No calls, no messages, no boozy trips to the woods. Zero." He gawked like I was talking gibberish. "Distance? Sophia, we can fix this, I just need time to clear it up, to fix things with you—"

Calla’s presence flickered at the other end like a candle in a storm, faint and distant, but still burning. Hold on, I sent through the connection, not sure if she could feel it but needing to try anyway. I’m coming for you. Just hold on a little longer.

Seriously, if things don’t look up, my vagina may dry up and blow away. After that secret one, we spoke a few times on the phone—off and on for a few months. While absence may make the heart grow fonder, distance sucks big hairy balls. Living on two different continents separated by thousands of miles does little for a future. The spark didn’t die as much as it was suffocated by the Atlantic Ocean.

The space between us felt charged, familiar, like something my body had memorized. “I tried to stay away,” I admitted quietly. “And?” he asked. “I hated it.” His gaze darkened—not with triumph, but with something closer to understanding. “Distance shows us what we’re attached to,” he said. “I don’t like what it showed me,” I whispered. He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat of him without contact. “You don’t hate the distance,” he said calmly. “You hate what it reveals.” I looked up at him, my chest tight.

More bearable. I sit on the edge of the bed and let my hand rest over the mark, my thumb tracing slow circles that do not rush anywhere. Distance suddenly feels like a technicality. An inconvenience. Something that exists only for the body, not for whatever this is that ties us together. I do not feel alone. Not really. I feel held in a way that does not require arms. ***

I said, she nodded, still staring at me with surprised eyes. I walked outside my house, and jumped inside my car, I turned up the music, and started to hum along with the song. I was really trying my best to keep my mind away from Anthony, but he still there, even though he was thousands miles away, but he wouldn’t leave my mind.

I took a step back, putting distance between us. Edward looked dejected. Then, he made a request. "Can you at least let me hug you? I don't even know if she's still alive." Hearing this, I took a deep breath and shook my head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Miles. We're not that close. Aside from our first meeting, we're basically strangers. I don't want my husband to misunderstand us." His eyes dimmed instantly. Faced with my coldness, he could only stand there, looking helpless.

I pulled out my phone, my fingers trembling as I unlocked the screen. I didn't have anyone to call. No friends, no family, no one who would understand the jagged, bleeding mess inside my chest. Desperate, my fingers mindlessly clicked into my ChatGPT app, the blank text box staring back at me like an empty void. I stared at the screen for a long time, tears finally spilling over my eyelashes and hitting the glass as I typed out the pathetic, agonizing question burning in my soul: Hi, uhmmm when someone that likes you suddenly turns distant, what does it mean?

Yet, only three years had passed, and…" "Hey, Whitney, what are you thinking about? Drink up! Please tell me you aren't thinking about Henry. If you still have feelings for him, take the initiative to snatch him back! Henry must still love you. He's just blinded by the little vixen for now. Just put on a miniskirt and cover yourself with chocolate sauce tonight, and he'll be eating out of your palms literally. " "Cover myself with chocolate sauce?" Whitney laughed. "I think that might work on someone else."

Zhao Yunlei closed her eyes, trying to use Zhiju Moya's full power to send a voice message to her chosen target, Zhou Fu. At a low level, Zhiju Moya's inner conversation could only be carried out when a user touched the target's hand. At the next level, users can dialogue with each other with inner language with fellow Zhiju Moya users within a distance of no more than ten meters. And, at a higher level, Zhiju Moya users are able to send voice messages to targeted people over a distance of tens of miles.