Novelas y relatos de Five Feet Apart

She had looked at the table — at the files on his end of it, at the lamp, at the chair at the other end — and said: "Is this all right?" "Of course," he had said. She had sat. She had opened her work. He had returned to page one of the territorial access review and begun the third read. That had been forty minutes ago. The table was long enough. This was what he had told himself when she'd sat down — the table was long enough that two people working at opposite ends of it were, functionally, in different spaces. Six feet of dark wood between them. Separate lamps. Separate work. The kind of proximity that existed in libraries and offices everywhere, professional and unremarkable, two people i

"What part are you dealing with?" He looks at her. The full weight of it in his eyes. No management. No distance. Just him. "The part where he was near you and I was not." * * * She is three feet away from him. She has been three feet away from him approximately four hundred times in twenty four chapters and every single time one of them manufactured distance. A desk between them. A door. A conversation about something else. A reason to look away. She does not manufacture distance this time.

Aiden “Is this close enough?” I whisper, even though there’s no actual reason why I shoukd be whispering. Ginny smiles. “You don’t have to whisper, you know. You can talk normally. Not only are we invisible, but those jerks in the mansion can’t hear us either.” “Sorry. I know. I guess I’m just on edge. I don’t want to do anything to fuck this up.” “Hey. Is ten feet enough space for your required radius?” Vincent calls out to us.

This is goodbye and I’m keeping it as short and painless as possible. I don’t take more than five feet before her voice stops me again. “You still don’t get it do you?”

I asked and he stood up and walked towards me. With his sun-like eyes looking directly into mine, he stood exactly in front of me, with no space more than a foot between us. Our faces were a little over six inches apart. I could feel his breath, his scent was so raw in the air. I felt like if I were to look away or step back, I would have submitted to him.

Joon Woo and Shin are walking through the forest together. Yes, literally. They maintain a distance of at least three meters between each other. They walk quietly, with no intention of striking up a conversation. Both are cursing their good fortune for getting them involved with the other. Why should it be him who becomes their traveling companion? It's extremely awkward.

Avoiding eye contact and keeping a three feet space between us in case someone does run into us. The start of how it’s going to have to be.

The special envoy in white smiled gently and said, "It's very simple. Our people came back four or five meters away, so the front line battlefield should be further ahead, right?" Hei Feng nodded. Of course, there was nothing wrong with his words. "That is to say, if the injury is five meters away, then the first line should be about six meters away." "Yes!" "Shouldn't Yvonne be about seven meters away?" Hearing this, Hei Feng suddenly realized and slapped his thigh. "Damn, how could I forget to add this detail."

Originally, the distance between the two groups was only a hundred yards, but in a blink of an eye, the Corpse Pavilion disciples already had the five of them surrounded, blocking all of their escape paths. Heath took a deep breath, in no mood to quarrel with Frank. The five of them quickly adjusted their positions to be back-to-back against each other as they faced the six Corpse Pavilion disciples.

Hands intertwined, hearts beating in unison—a mixture of excitement, awe, and childlike joy. Behind them, at a quiet distance, elderly men and women stood watching, their faces adorned with warm smiles, as if reliving a distant memory or silently blessing the youthful audacity before them. The ship approached the island slowly, cautiously, until it stopped no more than three hundred meters away. One of the ship’s lifeguards stepped forward, his body taut, his voice confident and clear: