So Close But So Far Away Novels & Stories

To shatter the polite, professional distance between us. But I held back, gripping my clothes tighter. He was focused on his phone, on the view, on anything but me. The distance felt like a wall, a wall that I desperately wanted to tear down, even as I knew it was probably for the best. Being this close, yet so far, was a special kind of torment.

Stronger. Closer. My breath caught. I turned slowly. Nothing. But it was there. Watching. Waiting. And this time… It didn’t feel distant. It felt like it had taken another step closer. Like it was no longer observing from afar But preparing. For something.

But the distance between us… it stays. The End.

Maybe you forget the depth of love, We shared.. But I can't.. Because they were happy memories.. We both shared.. From the past.. At present.. Our ways are far away. Away from each other . But the love is still alive.. And it will be alive..till my heart stop beating and my eyes stop imagining the dreams Of us.. Holding each other's hand.. Till death do us part…. ____________________________________________________

And now, that world seems so far away, like it belonged to someone else. Chris nods slowly, his blue eyes meeting mine with a quiet understanding. “I get it. It’s like a different world out there, one that most people don’t really understand. They see the glitz and glamour, but it’s so much more than that. And when you’re away from it… it’s like part of you is missing.” I take a long sip of wine, savouring the way it warms me. “Exactly. I can’t wait to jump back in.”

Sadly, I would never see him again. My consciousness began to fade. Through the blur, I saw the pouch of medicine I had dropped near the waiter’s feet. Some emergency medicine was still inside. The will to survive drove every part of my body. ‘Just a few more steps…’ I thought. ‘Just a few more…’ I thought I could reach the pouch. Even if I could not, I hoped this would catch the waiter’s attention. Maybe he would be kind enough to give me the medicine so that I could at least have a chance to see my father again.

I nodded, “Sounds great.” With that, I was out of the door. As I was leaving her house and approaching mine, the only thought was, I am falling in love, and I am falling fast.

The surface felt impossibly far. Maybe this was it.

The uncertainty of love and the limitation of his thoughts finally put himself in the prison of love. He looked up at the smiling face of Cora. He sighed in his heart, 'We are so close to each other, yet we're also far away from each other.' They were so close to each other that he could touch her with his hands; they were so far away from each other that he felt that they were not in the same world. But he kept unchanged on his face. Sometimes when he thought of how happy she was when they got married, he couldn't help but sigh.

I can use the distance between us. It feels like when he is close, my brain goes foggy and I can’t think straight. I can’t think like I should. I need to keep my distance. I need him to stay the hell away from me. I can’t be dragged into someone else’s life, especially someone who has big problems like Fred.