Novel & Cerita So Close But So Far Away

He read me again, he always does. "Well, I'm just a little bit unwell, Mr. Bruce, you don't have to worry," I replied, and he smiled. "You miss that girl, right?" he said and he really impressed me until that moment. He was remarkably good in reading person, he always did. Hmm, I don't know," I just answered, but he was right, I missed that stupid future wife of mine so badly. I've been waiting for her answer that night, I knew she saw the ring and that note but I didn't receive any message from her.

From far away I see Ana leaving the hospital, I see her getting into Carlo's car, for a long while I stay watching them without approaching them, I want to give her her space. "You think you're doing good," says mom who is next to me in the car. "It's the best thing for her, we know that, mom."

--- And as silence stretched— As memories clashed with reality— As the space between who they were and who they had become grew impossible to bridge— One final truth emerged: --- Some distances— --- Are not meant to be closed. --- Because crossing them… --- Means losing what little remains of who you once were.

Something in my chest tightened painfully. Sitting there, I realized how much closer we were, yet how far away he remained from reaching. I could hear his breathing, feel the warmth of his presence just inches above me, yet the distance between our hearts felt endless. I wanted him in my life, but it was impossible. The realization settled slowly, painfully, like a blade sinking deeper the more I tried to ignore it.

It felt like a fist squeezing my chest. "I'm sorry, but your balance is zero. You're not our client. Our staff are busy. We're not searching the streets for a non-client." "Two kilometers? Even if you were two feet away, your balance would still be zero." Her voice went flat. "Sorry, Ms. Keyne. I have work to do. Please come recharge as soon as possible." Click. The line went dead. I stared at the endless line of red taillights. Despair hit from deep inside.

Call him, and him not being near enough to hear? Call him? ~~~ You can't grow apart from someone if you were never close to them in the first place. It's easier to grow apart from people that mean the most to you. It's so painful yet it is so easy. All the connection dissolved in the acid of time and distance while there remains the memories, the love, like a residue at the bottom, in their purest form, waiting to be stirred up again. ~~~ Flashback end::)) Win switch off his tv when Sam concrete is over.

Two nights without him seemed crazy although it was nothing new. Perhaps the difference was in knowing that, back in Seattle, he was within walking distance. I could walk, run, or drive for only a few minutes and I’d be at his door. Here, though… Here, we were nowhere near each other. Two days ago, faced with the prospect of walking away from him, I thought I missed him. I was wrong. Missing someone wasn’t the idea of leaving them. Missing them was knowing you’re so close yet so far away.

“You’re beginning to get closer than I expected.” “But not close enough.”

Close enough to take that photo. Close enough to kill us.