La Distancia Entre Nosotros Novels & Stories

Stacy heard the door slam, indicating that the police left with her dad. Stacy gently sat down on the fluffy white couch as the woman sat opposite her on the larger couch. Stacy's hazel brown eyes focused on her dark brown eyes as they both faced each other. She smiled with sympathy and introduced herself as Adaliya. Her facial features were very calming as the beed of sunlight light layer on her almond skin. "Your dad will be fine don't worry. Now describe to me exactly what happened."

But the distance between us… it stays. The End.

“Now it's just the two of us.” Clarissa smiled seductively and plopped down on the soft sofa in the library, then crossed her legs defiantly. “Sit down, Aaron, it's strange that we're talking so far apart,” she invited him who had been standing while leaning on his desk at the end of the room. Aaron's face was cold, not responding to Clarissa's invitation. “Why are you here, Clare, what's your goal?” “Can I not? I miss you, Aaron, miss our times together.”

The teacher explained, "An hour ago, Mr. Grayson sent his assistant to pick Edith up for an urgent matter. Didn't you know?" "I see," I replied, masking my unease. "Please hold onto her backpack. I'm tied up." Hanging up, I stared at our family group chat's flawless schedule, my mind reeling. "When has it become a tool to deceive me?" I took a deep breath, opened the tracker on Edith's smartwatch, and drove to the location: an amusement park.

“I felt the same.” We stood there for a moment, the noise of departure swelling around us. I could feel the distance that would soon stretch between our packs—not emotionally, but physically. Roads were long. Territories were wide. I chose my words carefully. “I don’t want the distance to undo what we’ve started,” I said. “Not because of the bond—but because understanding takes time, and silence can erase progress.” She looked at me then, really looked at me. “You want to stay in contact,” she said.

“I never w‌ant to le⁠t g⁠o again.” I close the distanc⁠e‍, our‌ lips mee‍ting in a tender kiss,‍ slow and d⁠eliberate⁠. I‌t hold‌s months of l‌on‌g⁠ing,‍ f‍ear, and finally, relie‌f.‌ There’s no rush, no urgency—jus‌t the quiet kn‌owledge that‌ we⁠’re here⁠, together, safe.⁠

Not here. He waited a moment, then gave a small nod, as though acknowledging something unspoken, and returned his gaze to the sky beyond the window. Lucy leaned back, closing her eyes. The engines roared steady, carrying them higher, farther. Every mile brought them closer to Madrid, to Patricia, to the truth waiting to detonate. She could almost feel it, like thunder rumbling on the horizon. The silence between them was unbearable, yet it was all they had left.

The edge softened slightly. Still there. But manageable. He moved closer again. This time— He didn’t stop himself. His hand came to the table. Close to mine. Not touching. Deliberate. “You’re saying proximity matters,” he said. “Yes.” “Then distance solves it.” “No.” That answer came immediately. Firm. He blinked slightly. “Explain.” I closed the notebook. Set it down. Looked at him fully. “Distance changes the condition,” I said. “It doesn’t remove it.”

“She’s gone, Simy. The room is empty.” Simy stared at him. Then at the open door down the hall. The coffee pot gurgled in the kitchen. The soup simmered. Outside, the ocean kept moving. And Beatrice was nowhere. ---