So Close But Yet So Far Mga Nobela at Kwento

Col‍d, di‌s⁠tant, far⁠ awa‍y. I w‍hi‍spered,⁠ “So‍meone⁠… ple‍⁠as‍e hu‍rry.” Far‍ away‌, across fo⁠r‌ests and rivers, I didn’t‍ k⁠now‍. Cla⁠ven felt‌ a s‍harp pull in his c‍hest. A whisp‌er. A cry. A faint spar‌k of‍ my‌ scent in the⁠ wind. H‍e snap‍ped‍ awake.

“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.

"Fine go on." "Okay for some period of time now I've been feeling drawn to you in so many ways. I just can't explain it. One minute it's like when you're there I'm whole, and when you're not I feel like I'm falling apart again. It's like you're a missing piece of a puzzle, because I feel these incomplete vibes when you're far away."

And that was as close to a normal night as it could get, —even though they remained miles apart.

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.

Sorry would never be enough. Not for this. Not even close.

Not even close. ---

And the gap between possibility and decision— It was closing.

"Это было чертовски легко, но это хорошо, я так близок к тому, чтобы получить то, что хочу." (Translation: It was too damn easy, but it's good, I am so close to getting what I want.") ____________________________ Next will be updated soon keep on liking and commenting. Till the next adios

Not when I was finally inside. Not when I was this close.