Going The Distance Book Novels & Stories

Distance had not weakened their family — it had only made it stronger, clearer, and more precious. TO BE CONTINUED

They did not talk anymore because it had been said and it did not need any further explanation and also because the silence following a direct speaking of a true thing was its own kind of completeness. She thought: this is what he is discovering. Not how to handle the distance. But rather how to let the distance gradually close, little by little, in only those specific places where he chooses to let it close. She thought: That sounds doable. Working in small steps is my forte.

Nothing had shifted in a way anyone else would notice. And yet— The connection was gone. Not weakened. Not distant. Gone. Selara took a step back. It returned. Faint. Precise. Exactly where it had been before. She stilled. “That’s not distance,” she said quietly. Because distance did not behave like that. It did not disappear and return within the span of a single step. It stretched, it faded, it distorted—but it did not cut cleanly and reappear without transition. Selara moved forward again.

The distance might test us, but it could never diminish the depth of our connection. With a hopeful smile on my lips, I turned away from the crowd and walked back into the embrace of the city that had become my new home. And as I embarked on the next chapter of our love story, I held onto the belief that love had the power to transcend any distance, and that our love was destined to conquer all.

It won't be for forever, but right now, it doesn't feel that way. So I'll spend every last second I can in his embrace, listening to his heartbeat, his breathing, soaking in his warmth. And hope that it'll be enough to get me through the coming months when I can't be this close to him. Until the time is right, I'll have to love him from a distance. And I'll wait for that time, even if it takes a lifetime. End of Book Two

"You need to know ?! Distance is complicated! That time is stingy! Meetings are difficult! And missing is painful!" ~Next Chapter~ ________________ ___________________

2 What Distance Promises The bond tightened as Tharien put more streets between himself and the quiet circle of lamplight he’d left behind. It wasn’t pain at first. It was pressure—an invisible hand pressing into the hollow behind his sternum, reminding him of the line he was stretching thin with every step. He kept his pace steady, eyes forward, breath measured. The city blurred into a smear of light and motion around him, but the ache in his chest remained precise. Distance is how I keep her safe.

I set the phone down and stared at the ceiling, listening to a house that no longer listened back. Distance had arrived. Not as a threat…..Not as an ending. As a discipline. And for the first time in my life, I understood something I’d never learned to practice before. Staying doesn’t always mean standing still. Sometimes it means holding your ground while the person you love walks forward and choosing, every day, to meet them where they are.

You just don’t want to feel what being there forces you to feel. Her jaw clenched, her hand gripping her phone tightly. That’s exactly why I can’t, she replied. Several seconds passed. You are not weak for wanting distance, Michael wrote. But running won’t erase what’s unresolved. Be still. Be disciplined. This will pass. Althea exhaled sharply and set the phone down. She stood up, composed herself for a while before heading out and going to where Jessica is. She then started checking her vitals and then whispered that they will be transferred today and to start packing.

He tried to focus on her words, not the way she stood so close the lamplight softened against her cheek, not the way her sweater hugged her waist, not the way her voice dropped a little when she spoke to him in these quiet spaces. “I can find it,” he said, stepping past her before he could stop himself. Distance. He needed distance. But when he reached for the shelf, she stepped closer—close enough that her warmth pressed into the few inches of air between them. He went rigid. “Show me?” she murmured. God, if she only knew what that did to him. He pulled the book free, handing it to her without meeting her eyes. But when her fingers brushed his, the contact was light—barely there—and it stil