So Close But So Far Away Novels & Stories

I said. "I know how it sounds," she said. "Tell me what it feels like," I said. She turned toward me. "Like when you are very close to something but not quite touching it," she said. "Like the distance between almost and actually. The bond at night feels." She stopped. "It feels like it wants to close that distance."

“There’s so much to do. Even when we’re together, I don’t feel close enough to you.” She nodded. “I know what you mean,” she said. “We may be in the same room, but we’re so focused on the fire we have to put out, we may as well be a million miles apart.” There was no point in beating around the bush. “Sometimes I feel like you’re pulling away from me,” I said. Thea scooted up, so we were eye to eye. She took a deep breath in and let it out.

Bare walls, just a bed, a basin for water, flames leaping in the hearth. Here, closeness isn’t something snatched in quiet moments - it settles like dust after a long journey. One glance, then another, and the act begins to fade. Roads stretch ahead, just us inside this car, no audience left. Distance strips things down, layer by layer, until there’s nothing to hide behind.

It crumbled to the ground and has more damage than Farren’s. “Aha!” Farren exclaimed and jumped in happiness. “I win, you lose.” “No!” Caleb shouted. “I win.” He pointed his finger on his chest and then said, “you,” pause then point his finger to Farren’s face, “looser.” “No! I win! You lose!” Farren screamed and then scope a handful of sand and throw it towards us. The dust blinded me for a while making me furious. “Quit it you two,” I said with authority. Still my eyes close I manage to grab Farren’s chubby arms to pull her close to me.

Yet here I was, willing to throw my own life away if it only meant they’d be happy. “You seem so distant at times,” Gaia noted, moving closer and gently letting her fingers roam up and down my arm. “Like you’re right here yet miles away.” She wasn’t wrong. I was right here, yet I was a million miles away. Wondering if I could do this and felt that I came up short in many ways. It didn’t mean I wasn’t going to fucking try. I’d never walked away from a difficult situation before, and I wasn’t about to start now. Not when I finally had everything, I’d never even dared dream about right here in my grasp.

, he replied proudly, " Anything of interest?" " Not... really?" he hesitated as the image of her flashed across his mind, causing him to smile. " Hmmm, that smile isn't that of nothing, tell me, what's going on?", He sighed, "Just some moments of things getting stirred, but my hands can't reach it, it seems so far away", " What can be so far away from the mighty Kyle's grip? I can't seem to think of any", " Well there are, there are some things that might be unreachable ",

Not even close. Not yet.

--- Because this wasn’t about rushing into closeness. It wasn’t about forcing connection. It wasn’t about pretending everything was fixed. --- It was about allowing space. Even while getting closer. --- And maybe— That was the only way this could work. ---

Somewhere far away from Monica for the mean time. I really need to get my thoughts out of this.

I half-walk, half-run down the hallway, trying to get as far away from them as I can. ##########