So Close But Yet So Far Novels & Stories

Somewhere ahead, water whispered, old and deep. We were close. Too close.

This wasn’t over. Not even close…

I need your attention. I need to know that I matter to you, just once. Why can’t you see me the way I see you? Why can’t you care? Every time you pull away, every time you don’t look at me, it pulls me deeper into this. I need you to notice. I need you to feel it too. But you don’t. And I don’t know how much longer I can take it.

It's scary and beautiful and feels almost possible. Almost. I'm not there yet. Not fully trusting. Not fully committed. But I'm closer. And that's progress. One day at a time. Just like he said.

Gaze soft and almost mesmerized. We’re closer than I realized. Too close. So close our lips are barely a breath apart.

Close enough to take that photo. Close enough to kill us.

But it was close. Too close.

This wasn’t over. Not even close.

Ward says, smiling knowingly at me. I wonder what he means by that pause, but I do not dwell on it. Instead I thank him for the first aid kit and I run back to where I left the wolf, hoping that he is still there. I smile widely when I see the wolf still laying there, I just hope that I can help him. I run over the road and close to the wolf, as I get closer I see a lone tear fall down his eye. “Mr. Wolf. Please don’t die!” I say, getting close to the wolf.

Even though we are far apart, I feel that he is very close to me. "I'm back."