La Distancia Entre Nosotros นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Eva, I had no idea..." "I know, and I’m sorry for not telling you earlier. But now, the distance between us and Caden is making me weaker. Our bond with him is like no other I've ever seen or heard. We are different, Aurora." I took a deep breath, trying to process everything. "Why does the distance matter so much?"

Neither of us moved or crossed the distance between us. We didn’t need to. But somehow the distance between us didn’t feel quite as wide anymore.

Our chests are almost touching, and the tension between us is suffocating. “It’s a shame that I can't say we are even.”

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.

With each passing day, the chasm between us widened, a silent rift that seemed impossible to bridge. Sitting in my living room, unease gnawed at me as I dialed Dylan's number, each attempt met with the cold indifference of an unanswered call. Minutes stretched into eternity as I persisted in my efforts, the persistent silence on the other end a stark reminder of the growing distance between us.

And the shape of it was the distance between a forehead kiss and a real one. And the distance was growing. Slowly. Quietly. The way the most significant distances always grew. ---

Theo, my little brother, who has always been too soft for a world like this. "Fine," I say, my voice trembling. "But I’m staying for ten minutes. And if you lie to me once, Cole, I’m done. Truly done." "Ten minutes," he agrees. We walk in silence. The tension is a physical cord pulled tight between us. Every time our hands brush, I feel a spark of electricity that I want to extinguish. I hate that my body remembers him. I hate that my skin recognizes the heat coming off him.

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