La Distancia Entre Nosotros の小説・ストーリー

Breathing each other's air. And for the first time in weeks, the distance between us feels like it's closing. Finally.

Physically, we were so close that there wasn't even a single cloth between us, but still, it felt like we were miles apart. I don't know what turn my life is going to take now.

"I'm here aren't I?" I looked at her. She looked back. The bond sat between us warm and patient and not in any hurry at all. "Yeah," I said quietly. "You're here." She seemed to realise her hands were still in my jersey at the same moment I noticed she hadn't let go. She opened them deliberately and took a small step back, and the inch of space between us felt enormous in the way that space between bonded people always felt enormous, noticed and wrong in a way that ordinary distance never did.

Creating distance. The conceptual closeness that had formed between observer and observed expands again. “It’s retreating,” Matteo says. “No,” I reply. “It’s measuring distance.” Aidan nods. “Yes.” “Between what.” I answer without looking away. “Between understanding and trust.” Silence settles. Heavy. True. Because we have crossed one threshold and not the other. We can interpret patterns. It can interpret us. But understanding does not erase caution. Understanding often sharpens it. The point holds at that new distance.

Nothing will ever come between us. Nothing at all.

I said jokingly. Look, Our realationship is hard. Why? Long Distanct Relationship. I am in Manila and he is in Vigan. It's too far between the two of us. And these days we are also busy because we are both graduating. "You are the first thing I think of when I wake up and you are still my prayer before I go to sleep. So how can I forget you?" He says making me feel butterflies in my stomach. "Wow! really love!? I hope you don't change. We've been together for 2 years but you still don't get tired of me" I said.

Just a man on a floor who had just come through something and was looking at the person who had come through it with him. I looked back. The moment stretched between us thin and full, and neither of us moved, and neither of us spoke, and the distance between our faces stayed exactly where it was. Almost unbearable. And neither of us did anything about it.