Tan Cerca Pero Tan Lejos Novels & Stories

Nothing had shifted in a way anyone else would notice. And yet— The connection was gone. Not weakened. Not distant. Gone. Selara took a step back. It returned. Faint. Precise. Exactly where it had been before. She stilled. “That’s not distance,” she said quietly. Because distance did not behave like that. It did not disappear and return within the span of a single step. It stretched, it faded, it distorted—but it did not cut cleanly and reappear without transition. Selara moved forward again.

“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.

"I was tempted to pull your hair and call you carrots the first time we met, you know. But I don't think it's going to be cute in real life to get wacked and ignored by the cute girl because she got offended by the nickname I gave her. I made a good choice, didn't I?" Avelyn snorted. "You are impossible," "And you like it, admit it." They both laughed as they reached her car. She gave Gale the keys and let him drive. They spent the rest of the day together. Talking, laughing, hugging, kissing... Avelyn was in bliss. By the time they arrived at the bus station and were walking towards his bus, she got very sad. "Gale, I know I said we can make it work... doing long-distance relationships – bu

Let's put those things aside for the time being and enjoy this moment. I'm curious how it will be in love. To walk together? To speak without thinking? To spend time together as lovers? To kiss? I know it won't happen in real life, so why am I yearning for it? There were no titles between me and Andrew, such as neighbours, friends, classmates, or lovers, but there was always something between us that brought us together again and again. I desperately want it to be love.

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.

Strange, crazy people, huh! I sit on a bench nearby and have ice cream. I am lost in thought, feeling so happy here in Barcelona. I never imagined meeting someone special here. I need to find a way to resolve everything around me. I'm seeing a famous guy now, but I live a long way from here, and to make matters worse, I'm leaving soon. I’m leaving in just over two weeks, and I know it won't work out long-distance. Well, to tell you the truth, I don’t even know if it’s working now. Why am I so insecure all the time?

Close enough that every move mattered. Close enough that the next one would decide how this ended.

Bare walls, just a bed, a basin for water, flames leaping in the hearth. Here, closeness isn’t something snatched in quiet moments - it settles like dust after a long journey. One glance, then another, and the act begins to fade. Roads stretch ahead, just us inside this car, no audience left. Distance strips things down, layer by layer, until there’s nothing to hide behind.

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.

Quiet and distant and something else i can’t quite name. My chest tightens. I look away first, again and this time… I didn’t look back.