Novel & Cerita Going The Distance Book

The reading chair was two feet from his. Two feet was: the distance across a kitchen island, the distance from one end of a short table to another, the distance at which you could hear the quality of another person's breathing without straining for it. Two feet was — I was making a deliberate and slightly absurd effort not to measure it in terms of the distance from where my hand rested on the arm of my chair to where his hand rested on the arm of his, which was also two feet, which was the same two feet, and I was going to read my book. I read my book.

"The weightless crossing is its own form of intimacy. The people who cross without the weight are inside the city in a way we cannot be. They do not need to be aware of the city's history. The history is in them already, in the fact of their repeated crossings, in the accumulation of Tuesdays and Wednesdays and Thursdays spent on this water. The weight we carry — the reading, the preparation, the determination to understand — is the weight of the outside. It is necessary. It is how we get closer. But it is not the same as the weightlessness of belonging." "The weight is its own form of distance," Ernest said. "Yes," Don said. "The weight is the distance. The inside account does not need to t

Almost. I lay back against the mattress and closed my eyes. This was good. I needed this so frigging bad. Everything had gotten too messy. Every conversation with Noah somehow turned into something else. Every argument left me feeling worse than before. Every time he looked at me, it felt like he was seeing things I didn’t want anybody seeing. Distance was healthy. Distance was smart. Distance was necessary. *** The next day, I repeated those thoughts all morning. By lunchtime, they were already starting to crack.

Because distance— Didn’t mean safety. And this story— Was far from over.

"I promise I won't say a word. Just let me go home now, or I'll yell loud enough to get the police here!" They were all geniuses who could afford to take their future lightly, but I was different. It took me a lot of hard work to become a high achiever like them. My father had broken a leg at his construction site while my mother worked hard as a sanitation worker who cleaned the streets. I knew at a very young age that the only way to change my fate was through education. I woke up every morning at 5 AM to study and did practice tests that stacked up as high as a tower. It had not been easy for me to qualify for Northrind, and I could not give up so easily, much less go to community college

She even started enthusiastically planning where the three of us should travel next. Whenever she spoke like that, all I could do was nod along, while a tight feeling crept into my chest. She did not know that the very trust she felt was the one thing I found hardest to bear. Phoebe, on the other hand, became much more careful. She no longer messaged me first, and in our group chats, she deliberately kept a polite, normal distance. However, sometimes, late at night, my phone would light up with a message from her, something that seemed trivial, like: [It rained today.] or [Have you been busy lately?].

Hyomi kept walking behind the tall man at a considerable distance, as if she didn't know him, while walking down the resort hall to their room. Entering the main room, Hyomi turned right towards her room, while the camel's booger turned left. What a strange sight for the dion who was in the middle of the two. They walked with their straight faces. Dion tried to guess what happened, why did the happy virus borrow Hyomi all day? And go home with a state of not caring about each other.

For now, their love would withstand the test of distance, growing stronger with each passing day until Drew's return. With Drew abroad for the three-month seminar, Jette found herself enveloped in a quiet cocoon of solitude. Their home, once filled with shared laughter and the comforting presence of each other, echoed with the soft whispers of silence. It was in this stillness that Jette decided to delve even deeper into the ancient wisdom contained within the old leather-covered book.