Go-between Book Novels & Stories

Some words were meant to fade, not stay. Later that night, he went for a walk along the boardwalk. A small bookstore had left its lights on, so he stepped inside. It was quiet only the faint sound of pages turning. He ran his fingers along the spines until he found it her book. “The Quiet Between Us.” He’d read it before publication, but seeing it here, on a shelf, felt different. Realer. He opened to the dedication page. “For the ones who taught me how to leave and the one who taught me how to stay.”

Carol hugged me "Hey bae." I chuckled "You wanna cut your hair too?" She asked "Yeah changing my hair color to black again I think." I said and she nodded "I'm kinda tired to see you in brown." She chuckled and we both go to the salon. Cutting our hair and I finished first since Carol make her hair ombre like Dahyun from Twice in Ooh Ahh. I walked to the bookstore to check out another book. I was hoping to get a really good book. "Amanda?" Suddenly someone called me, it's Andre

He hesitated mid-step, and for a brief moment, he paused, they just stared at each other. The sounds of the library—the shuffles of papers, the soft clicks of keyboards, the low murmurs—seemed to fade away until it felt like they were the only two people in the room. Then he walked towards her table. Her heartbreak picked up, but she tried to steady her breathing. The last thing she wanted was to draw attention—or to face whatever this moment was turning into. He took a seat with care, as if he was unsure if she really wanted him to sit there. For a while neither of them spoke.

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Caiden went directly to a shelf he knew, which confirmed the return visit, and came back with a book he handed to her without explanation. She looked at the cover. A collection of essays about cities — specifically about the spaces in cities that had no official purpose, the leftover places, alleys that went nowhere, courtyards that were technically public but felt private, stairwells in buildings that no one used because they were beside the elevator. "This is for me," she said. "I thought about you when I found it." He said it plainly, the way he said things he'd decided to stop managing. "The in-between spaces. The farmer's market photograph. The exhibition." He paused. "You have a thing

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“I’ll walk you up.” We meet at the front of the truck, and he falls into step beside me. The night air is cool, quiet, almost peaceful. For the first time in days, I feel like I can breathe. We stop at the bottom of the porch steps. And suddenly the space between us feels charged, not heavy, not overwhelming, just… full. Like something is about to happen. His hand lifts slightly, like he’s about to brush a strand of hair behind my ear again. I lean in without meaning to. He leans in too. We’re inches apart. And then...The front door swings open. My dad stands there, holding a mug of coffee, eyebrows raised. “Lena? You’re home.” I jump back like I’ve been electrocuted. Evan clears his throat

Bella Who would’ve thought that “us against the world” would quickly turn into “me against the world, and against the memory you have now lost”? It will be the biggest lie of mine if I say that none of this affects me, that I have faith in our love and that you will remember me in no time. But I would just keep on pretending, not until the negativity inside me melt away. By the time I was walking straight into your room, hospital corridors echoed with the hurried footsteps of anxious visitors and the hushed whispers of worried families. Amongst them, is me, and my heavy heart filled with anticipation.