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I said feeling tears welling up at the corner of my eyes, Lucas nodded, I started walking away from him, I wanted to be alone, he can never change. I started walking, with no clue of where the hell I was going, but as long as it's far from him, I'll be fine. I didn't realize how far I walked but I walked a lot, I was facing a lake, it wasn't icy or anything, but it seemed cold.

Everyone clapped and asked, "What wish did you make, Lexie?" "Are you stupid? She must have wished that she could be with Henry forever!" "Does she need to make that wish? They're already together!" The celebration was too loud, and it attracted the attention of Whitney's friends not far away. They came over to the group with their heels clacking loudly in the air.

Then fades. "And the strange thing is," I continue, "you're not running. You're just walking. Normal speed. But somehow—" I shake my head. The motion makes the world tilt slightly. The champagne still doing its work. "—somehow, no matter how fast I go, you're always faster. The distance between us never changes. Never closes. Never opens. Just stays the same. This impossible, constant gap." My eyes are stinging. The cold, probably. The wind off the river.

then looking at me with the most adorable look, “just hard topics.” With that, she left, not before she kissed my cheek and told me to thank you. So from one to ten how hard is my life?

Because distance— Didn’t mean safety. And this story— Was far from over.

The distance between us felt both enormous and impossibly small. “Just tonight,” I breathed finally, “That’s all.”

"You need to know ?! Distance is complicated! That time is stingy! Meetings are difficult! And missing is painful!" ~Next Chapter~ ________________ ___________________

Tate is short, just a little above 5 feet tall, and I'm 6'3", which is a significant height difference between us. So, explain to me how she's managing to glare down at me like she's not the one who's closer to the ground. "How could you even let him?" she asks, enraged. "You have to understand that this isn't my fault," I say, not sure if I'm trying to defend myself. "Well, obviously it is. You could've simply told him no from the get-go, but you chose to ask me instead, knowing that my answer would be no either way." "Tate—"

I even heard her say, “CJ and Emi, kissing on the tree.” “It’s not K-I-S-S-I-N-G,” I sang tried my best to dismiss the topic, but Andreana being Andreana, she can overpower my voice and thoughts- sometimes. “Oh my god!” she squealed in glee. She keeps chanting ‘oh my god’ until she ran out of breath. It probably lasted for two minutes before she pants. “Drink some water will ‘ya?” “I will just a sec,” she breath. Then she grabbed a glass of water and chug it ‘til it’s empty.

I took a step back, putting distance between us. Edward looked dejected. Then, he made a request. "Can you at least let me hug you? I don't even know if she's still alive." Hearing this, I took a deep breath and shook my head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Miles. We're not that close. Aside from our first meeting, we're basically strangers. I don't want my husband to misunderstand us." His eyes dimmed instantly. Faced with my coldness, he could only stand there, looking helpless.