Novel & Cerita Kita Hanya Berjarak Namun Bukan Berpisah

“Common ground.” Cassius blinked. “Wait… so they’re actually working together?” “For now,” Kane said. “Yes,” I added. “But not merging.” That was the key difference. They weren’t trying to become one again. They were trying to coexist. To function together while remaining separate. And that was something entirely new. The network pulsed again. Stronger. More stable. But still dynamic. “You are observing integration without unification,” the presence said. “Yes,” I replied. “And it’s working.”

Months surpassed, and the space among Aisha and Rafiq have become each more bearable and greater hard. While their shared notebook and regular calls provided a sense of closeness, there have been still moments whilst the separation weighed heavily on each of them. Their lives, even though entwined by using motive and connection, were beginning to diverge in methods neither had anticipated.

But not quite together. Not yet.

They stood there together, not touching, not apart. The war wasn’t over. But its terms had changed.

were standing together. ​Even if they couldn't touch.

Into the fragile balance between truth and proximity. And neither of them had stepped away.

He maintained a stoic silence, his gaze fixed upon her with jet-black eyes. However, the true depths of his emotions remained concealed in the shadow cast by his averted face, hidden from the illuminating light. In stark contrast, Josephine's state of turmoil was laid bare under the light, her disarray accentuated. It felt as though he resided in darkness while she stood in the light, existing in separate realms. Despite being mere steps apart, an impassable divide separated them.

Distance, I’ve learned, isn’t only about separation. Sometimes it’s the space you give someone to walk without being pulled.

However, now both are asleep all because they complete each other even after having a huge distance between them. . . . . . . . . . . . .

But distance is not an option. Never again.