So Close But Yet So Far Novels & Stories

The place his palm touched was where their child had once been. Slowly, he drew back. He sat at the edge of the bed, guilt and tenderness warring in his expression. Abigail pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around herself as if to hold all the pieces together. Edward’s voice came low, rough with regret. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I was impatient.” Abigail shook her head. “You don’t have to apologize. I just…” She faltered, searching for the right words. “I just don’t know how to be close again.”

We were too close to say anythingSo close that I couldn't see anything else We were so close that my breath caughtThere were so close that today it's just you and me I told you, I can't resist him. I seize his mouth with an urgent kiss. The urgency of someone who has spent three days so close, and yet so far away. [...]

Isabella de Valois's smile deepened, glancing triumphantly at Lily Parker from the corner of her eye, and nodded, "Sure, I'll love anything you pick." Their intimate display, oblivious to others, was like honey to one and poison to another. What is the meaning of 'so close, yet so far'? Lily Parker and Ethan Hart were the very embodiment of this phrase. If it weren't for holding Eleanor Brown's hand for support, Lily felt she wouldn't even have the strength to stand. She couldn't bear to see him being kind to someone else, yet she couldn't tear her gaze away. It had been so long since she last saw him... She missed him terribly, almost to the point of madness. But what could she do? She had

Each reflection stung my eyes, yet I couldn’t look away. Liam stood too close. Only a few steps separated us, yet the distance felt like an uncrossable chasm. I knew that if I decided to cross it, all the walls I had worked so hard to build would collapse instantly. And yet, at the same time, there was an invisible pull calling me forward, to close that gap, to let myself feel the warmth I’d been denying for far too long.

As the men closed in, I stumbled backward, my breathing turning ragged. Rough hands tore at my clothes. My pale skin was grabbed and bruised, blooming with dark, ugly marks. I kicked and struggled with all my strength, but they forced me into a corner. There was nowhere left to run. My hand brushed against the edge of the window. Tears surged uncontrollably. With every ounce of strength I had left, I climbed over the ledge—and jumped. Michael… in this life or the next, I will never see you again. … Back at the company, an inexplicable restlessness gnawed at Michael.

“You’d go that far?” “For you?” he stepped closer. “There is no ‘far.’ There is only mine.” Amara swallowed hard. “Then let’s burn.”

"Not to me. Don't you understand? I love you—I mean...I think I do. It hurts to be close to someone you like so much, not be able to—" She sighed. "Never mind. I'll wait Adrian. But like you always tell me, you can't have it all. It's not possible. If I wait, I need to wait at a safe distance." He narrowed his eyes. "I understand," he said. That's what he said, at least.

I close my eyes, turning inward. The bond responds immediately — not with words, but sensation. Weight settling. Friction easing. Heat redistributing instead of concentrating. “Proximity,” I say slowly. “Grounding. Consistency.” His voice is rougher when he answers. “Meaning?” I open my eyes. “Meaning when you’re close, it stabilizes. When you’re not, everything stacks.” A long pause. “This isn’t desire,” he says carefully. “No,” I agree. “But it feels… intimate.”

The wind whistled past her ears, and above her was a sky full of stars and a round moon. She saw someone rushing towards her. She thought the scene felt so familiar. Amidst the swaying tree shadows, various scenes kept flashing before her eyes. She looked at the figure above, who was blocking the moonlight. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Slowly, she reached out her hand, and the person above extended his. Their hands could not touch each other, even though they were only two feet apart. The mountain wind howled, and the wind that blew past obscured her vision.

Does she want to see me again because she misses me? Does she even be sad at least once just because of thinking of me? I guess that's too far-fetched to even dream of. He let out a deep sigh. "I know Crystal, and I hope that it will happen very soon. I can't wait to call her my daughter and give her the best things she deserved. I am so close to my daughter now, but..." His eyes locked into my eyes as he stared at me deeply. "Do you know the feeling of being so close to someone, and it still feels they are too far? You want to hug her tightly because you are finally closer to her, but you can't because you are not actually close to that person. I just hope that the right time will come for