Little Space Mga Nobela at Kwento

Essentially, she’s wrecked to the point where I could no longer save her. I am backtracking a bit. Calling this apartment tiny was an understatement. It’s more of a claustrophobic box with one bedroom that has a bunk bed, one tiny kitchen with no enough space for other appliance and a tiny living room where three people could barely move without bumping into each other. And let’s not start about the bathroom.

I actually loved my condo and thought it was just the right size for me. I let him know that it was just me so there was no need to have anything too big. He smiled as he continued to walk around while admiring the living space. “Are your neighbors quiet?” I responded that most of my neighbors were hardly ever home so naturally things were always quiet. I watched his tall figure walk around my living room realizing in that moment why he thought the space was small. He was rather large, so compared to his size and my living space, this was small for him.

Yvonne couldn’t help but ask when the trio didn’t utter a single word since they entered her apartment. Lily and Jack weren’t bothered by the mess but instead wondered why the room was so small. Although they were pleased with how tall the building was, it was a mystery to them how their favorite person’s home was so small. The living room alone was the size of Lily’s princess room, where she kept her toys and played with them. Still, they were happy to be at her home. “Your home is cute and beautiful,” Lily said, her definition of small. Micheal held back a chuckle.

It had been three days since I moved in with Nick and every night since has been filled with awkward, high pitched and disturbing sounds at night. Nick's one bedroom apartment was small and anything but cozy. He had clothes littered over every furniture in his sparsely furnished space. His apartment defined "low budget" with his.small, flat screen TV, a rickety, brown and ugly sofa and his bed at the one end of the room, all squeezed in a tiny space. "Make yourself at home," he said, the afternoon I arrived, his emerald green eyes gleaming as he spoke. Nick was always like that, always the first person to offer a helping hand despite his financial situation.

Gina pulled Liam into the living room, eyes scanning him from head to toe with unabashed delight. Uncomfortable under such scrutiny, Liam forced a smile. "Pleasure to meet you, Mrs.—" "The pleasure is all mine! Oh my, what a fine specimen you are." Gina's lipstick-coated smile stretched wide across her face. Liam averted his gaze, taking in the apartment instead. Barely a hundred square meters for a family of five—claustrophobically small. The ceiling felt unnervingly low, as though it might collapse on him at any moment.

“You wanted small and cozy, remember? The one back at the mansion was the size of a restaurant. This one’s actually for normal humans.” Annabelle shot him a glare sharp enough to cut steel.

"You know I want to give you the world." "I don't need the world." She turned and pressed her hands to his chest. "I just want something a little more closed off. How about the last apartment we looked at?" "What?" His face registered the shock that must have been racing through his veins. "It was half the size of this one. Insanely tiny." "Yes, and it had a living room, a kitchen and a bedroom that were all separated from each other. I liked it." She shrugged and brushed her breasts across his chest, teasing him. "Besides, it wouldn't take much to break each room in, together."

I murmured, my breath catching in my throat. His face was too close. If I turned my head right now, our noses would touch. I could see the slight golden flecks in his eyes and the small, easy smirk playing on his lips. I tried to tell myself to relax. He probably didn't see this as a big deal, straight guys were always like this especially the jocks. They had zero concept of personal space once they got comfortable with someone. They wrestled in the locker rooms, slapped each other's backs, and sat too close on couches. It didn't mean anything to them, but it meant a lot to me because I wasn't straight.

I continue casually, turning my attention back to my phone, “I have school to occupy me soon. I won’t need your attention.” I scroll through my screen and hold it out toward him. “You remember I’ve been checking some apartments and I found one.” He looks down at my phone reluctantly. “This is for my master’s program,” I explain. “I’ll be traveling soon, remember?” His eyes scan the listings. Small studio apartments. Shared spaces. Student housing options. His frown deepens. “These places are too small,” he says immediately. “They’re okay,” I reply calmly. “They’re cheap,” he says flatly.

How did he see so much? "Because it was easier than fighting," she muttered. "How did he look at her for one day and understand things she'd spent years trying to hide?" Because perhaps they would love me at last if I made myself small enough. The admission lingered between them. Leon's face softened. Just barely. Just enough. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," he said. But his voice was gentle. "People don't love you more when you're small. They just take up more space."