Reading Space Novels & Stories

I tried many times to explain to Greyson, but he would deliberately ignore me and talk to others whenever I approached him. I suddenly became invisible. I was ignored whenever I attempted to talk to my classmates. All of them deliberately kept their distance from me, avoiding any contact with me. After that, I stopped trying to explain. I was always alone, and people rarely talked to me. One morning, I woke up to find that I could not speak. I went to the hospital and underwent several tests, all of which came back normal. Eventually, I could only see a psychiatrist. The doctor gave me many tests. Looking at the results, the doctor said, "You've been diagnosed with severe depression. You've

Sent Tuesday at eleven pm. She’d missed them in the week’s notifications. She read them now. All three near Meridian. All three with two separate workspaces. All three with kitchen windows. She looked at him. “Kitchen windows,” she said. “Specific requirement,” he said. She held her phone. “Which one do you like?” she said. He looked at the listings over her shoulder. “The second one,” he said. “The layout gives you more wall space for shelves.” She looked at the second listing.

RED POV The space between has its own fucking texture. I've been learning it for ten days straight. Ten days since the night I went to his room and the morning after when I sat on my bed telling myself to get my shit together and the evening he stood in my doorway saying my name like it was something sacred before walking away. Ten days of this space between—not pushing, not pulling back, neither of us naming what the fuck is happening between us or what it means to move through it together.