So Close But So Far Away Mga Nobela at Kwento

Far away, something shifts, and this time, it is closer. It feels closer. It is definitely coming.

And somewhere far away, he’s still reaching. Just a little too late tonight. And for the first time since we started trying again… We miss each other.

This wasn't the end of something. This wasn't even close to the end.

He was standing in the middle of my living room, hands in his pockets, jaw tight in that controlled way I was starting to recognize too easily. “He stood too close,” I said. “Touched my hand. Said something about meaning it personally.” I exhaled. “Nothing I can point to. Nothing that would sound like anything if I said it out loud.” Nate didn’t respond immediately. He just looked at me. “But it felt like something,” he said quietly. “Yes.” His jaw tightened further. He crossed the room slowly and stopped in front of me. Not touching. Just close. “You don’t have to manage it alone,” he said.

"I've always tried to show you how I'm deeply in love with you, but somehow, you keep moving further away from me." Further away? What was he talking about?

Near in the way that had a specific and physical quality. Near enough that the lamp was equally between us, near enough that his contract and my letters occupied the same general territory of the table rather than the separate and distinct territories of a table with a significant distance down its middle, near enough that when I had looked up at the sound of his voice I had found his face at a proximity that was different from the proximit I had been maintaining in my peripheral awareness. I had been maintaining the far end. The far end was not where he was. I looked at him.

I can’t exactly act like Chris with him being so far away, they won’t notice, right? -----------

Hе would take me far, far аwау. I lose mу bаlаnсе іn thе dерthѕ of this іmроѕѕіblе fantasy. Sоmеhоw, I ѕtumblе into thе lіghtѕ оf a slow-moving oncoming car. I lооk аrоund fоr someone еlѕе to wаlk out to thе edge оf thе curb. Onlу Aрrіl and I are lеft оn the blосk.

Calm. Impossible. And very, very near.

I am feeling a certain someone. Close.