La Distancia Entre Nosotros Novels & Stories

They say the worst thing about distance is we don’t know whether they miss you or forget you but what if they don’t even give a sign that they feel your presence even after looking at you everyday… I walked inside Ayesha’s room and whispered ‘Good night’ placing a small peck on her forehead and walked outside. I stood before her room after closing the door and stepped back. “Yes! I want you to stay away from her.” He replied. I glanced at his room and my room. I continued doing that for a few minutes and then walked inside my room. Distance doesn’t just refer to the miles between two persons. Because we are not living at different places far away from each other but still, there is a distanc

don't know when we had drifted. This is the specific and honest accounting of it, I do not know at what point in the evening the distance between my end of the table and his end of the table had become the distance that currently existed between us, which was not the distance of two people at opposite ends of a table but the distance of two people who were much closer than opposite ends, who were, in the specific and present fact of the moment I was now in, near. Near in the way that had a specific and physical quality.

“I knоw, bаbу gіrl, but lооk hоw fаr wе’vе соmе in thе lаѕt fеw months. I mау bе thousands оf mіlеѕ away, but thе dіvіdе between us hаѕ gоnе. I’m only a рhоnе саll away, we’re nоt араrt rеаllу. Wе wіll аlwауѕ be connected bу the lоvе wе hаvе іn оur hеаrtѕ.”

With each passing moment, the distance between us grows, a silent barrier erected by the weight of our unspoken fears and insecurities. I stare at him in disbelief, a torrent of emotions swirling within me as I struggle to reconcile my own reservations with his unwavering determination. The road stretches out before us, a winding path fraught with uncertainty, and I can't help but wonder what lies ahead as we draw closer to our destination.

Had no idea he was there. I saw the distance between us. Ten feet. Maybe twelve. "No!" The word tore out of my throat like a roar. "Be careful!”

And the distance between his door and mine, Had never felt shorter. Or more dangerous.

A strange kind of silence dawned on us, our relationship seeming to take on a kind of new strain. "I don't know." I say just as confused as he is. Thhings have changed, but have we? Must we?" "I don't get you." He says. I extricate myself from his grasp and sit up, clutching myself. "Maybe it's the orgasm wearing off." I say. "But do we really need to change what we have, I mean your family probably hates my guts, you're not sure you like me and things are way too crappy for me to think of a relationship."

How will I ever get enough of her? As we sat down, she kept a good amount of distance between us, which made me laugh as it took me back to the first few times when we met. She would make sure that we had at least a three feet gap between us so that I wouldn’t try something but her hard work was always futile.

Neither did I. But when his hand brushed against mine as we passed, he didn’t pull away. Neither did I. The distance between us wasn’t distance anymore. It was something else entirely. Something dangerous. Something real.

Stronger. “You’re not doing that.” “You don’t get to decide that,” I said quietly. Her eyes flashed. “And neither do you.” Silence snapped between us. Real. Sharp. Because this stopped being strategy two pulses ago. This is us. Lucien watched us both. Then said the one thing that shifted the ground again. “You’re both wrong.” We turned. “How.” “Distance won’t fix this,” he said. Pause. “Because the connection isn’t physical anymore.” My chest tightened. “Then what is it.”