Going The Distance Book Novels & Stories

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.

“Forget it! If he wants to throw his future away, we don’t have to care about him.” I sneered. In the past, she scared me so much that I desperately wanted to prove myself, but I fell into the trap of self-justification she set for me. Only then was I framed by her. This time, I directly avoided contact with her. I wanted to see how she would handle the backlash of her own schemes. Regarding the spot in the graduate school, she could just take it if she wanted. After I left the university, I passed the interview for one of the top 500 companies in the world.

Cole had always been good at keeping his distance. It was a survival skill he'd perfected over years of loss—first his father to the sea, then his mother to grief, and finally his own marriage to a woman who'd wanted the idea of him but not the reality. Distance keeps you safe. Distance keeps you whole. But Maya Reeves was making distance impossible.

“For sending him back the way I could love him from afar.” She folded the note carefully, tucked it into her journal, and started walking home. Her heart felt heavy, but no longer hollow. Behind her, the waves erased her footprints again one last time. Far away, in another town, Liam stood outside a bookstore window. Inside, on display, was The Art of Staying Gone her book. He didn’t go in. He didn’t need to. He simply stood there for a while, watching strangers pick it up, leaf through it, smile softly.

Martin was always swift and decisive. His efficiency was trustworthy. Lying in bed, I thought of Edith tossing my suitcase into the fire and chuckled bitterly. That suitcase held her future. Those property deeds, company stocks, an overseas island, and a trust fund were to ensure her security after I left, but she had burned them just to spite me. That was a foolish choice, and I wouldn't replace what she had destroyed. The next morning, Edith's teacher called, waking me. "Mrs. Grayson? Edith forgot her backpack at home. Can you bring it to school?"

Hello My Loves, After almost five months, we reached the last page of Beyond Goodbye: Take Me Back Ex-Wife. I really didn’t think that I would be able to pull this through. My journey was faced with challenges from my health to my family’s, and the self-doubt, but here we are. Two hundred fifty chapters done. It was my own miracle, and it wouldn’t happen without all your support. In this page, I would like to acknowledge everyone who has been there for me.

She held up the book. “This is what I came for,” she said. “A text about contemplative silence. But I don’t think silence is the answer anymore.” Daniel closed his eyes for a moment a silent battle mapped across his features. When he opened them, something had changed nothing dramatic, nothing visible just a quiet surrender to a new kind of honesty. “I thought distance would keep us safe,” he whispered. “But distance is where desire grows its roots.” Clara’s breath trembled. “Then what keeps us safe?”

Next, opens her door, as he wraps his arms around her and kisses her gently. “I could get used to this. But I need to head out.” Gracie is cruising down the road in her jeep, her long golden brown hair flows in the wind, Gunner has his tongue sticking out. Then, two cars ahead of her crash into one another, one spins towards Gracie. She looks behind her and cannot back up. Her heart is beating faster, then she closes her eyes. The car screeches to a stop a few feet away. The nerve wracked woman feels thankful the car came to a stop. She takes a few minutes to calm her nerves and reduce the stress she just experienced. Gracie, focuses on breathing, holding one hand over her chest, and one on

She worked on it in the mornings, in the study with the summer garden outside the window, and she found that the distance of a few weeks had given her a clarity about the material that she had not had while she was inside it. She could see, now, what the book was about. It was about a child who had stopped speaking and what it had cost and what had restored him and why. It was about a man who had spent three years protecting himself from his own life and what it had taken to walk back into it. It was about the particular courage of staying in a place that demanded more of you than you had arrived prepared to give, and the particular way that demand, met honestly, produced something better th

She thought about the distance between that woman watching without admitting she was watching and the woman who walked to a far pitch on a Tuesday morning because she wanted to see the full shape of the man she had chosen. That was a distance she had covered herself, in the longest and most necessary journey she had ever taken. End of chapter 58