Novel & Cerita Tan Cerca Pero Tan Lejos

[Amanda] I deliberated for a while, wracking my brain for a possible solution. I didn’t even know where I was exactly. My luck had to take a day off today only. “How-how far is this place from the cafe?” I managed to ask, trying my best to keep calm. Alex replied thoughtfully, “About half an hour’s drive?” I pinched the bridge of my nose, “I am not talking about that. How far is it exactly? Like walking distance”. This guy obviously does not understand the meaning of subway and cabs or buses for that matter.

I tried to liss her by telling her that it was just short-term training, and it seemed to work out perfectly. She returned home, and I headed back. In the other pocket of the suit, there was another sticky note, reading: “far from my eyes, but close to me! Far from me, but close to me! Far from my reach, but too close to my heart. May my love protect you from everything out there. I love you so much; I love you with Cordial Intent. Love T.” Reading that made me teary, but I managed not to cry at any cost.

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

No distance is long enough and no misunderstanding is big enough to keep apart two souls that are meant to be together. Sighing, We have suffered enough. Our love deserves a soft epilogue now.

Not an uncomfortable tightness, but the feeling is as if there is a thin, delicate thread extending from my heart into the distance, begging me to follow it. “My Topolina…”

Whatever came next, distance couldn't sever what had grown between them—connection deeper than implant technology that even Carlos's algorithms couldn't anticipate or control. As Alex disappeared into Monaco's shadowed infrastructure, her presence lingered in his consciousness—emotional anchor transcending physical separation with a promise that whatever distance divided them, something essential remained connected. Eight kilometers of theoretical range stretched before them—and beyond that, uncertainty that neither enhanced perception nor strategic calculation could entirely resolve. The race to Zurich had begun.

Separate them. And when they were far enough apart, strike.

He was quiet for a moment, a long moment, then he took in a big breath. "Proxima," he said. She went very still. He turned to look at her. "The star?" she said. "The name comes from proximity," he said. "From closeness. From the thing being real even if it's not yet arrived." He held her gaze. "Four light-years away. Still real." She thought about a twelve-year-old writing in a margin: the star itself might already be gone by the time we see the light. I don't understand how something can be real and already gone at the same time.

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.

At the same time, their breaths broke, rough and heavy. Jace pulled back only an inch; their foreheads almost touched, and their breaths tangled fast and uneven. His eyes were dark, locked onto hers. “Do you remember now?” he asked, his voice rough. Katrina’s fingers slowly curled into his shirt, gripping the fabric at his chest, needing him close to stay upright. Her eyes lifted to his, wide, innocent, and almost dazed. Then her lips parted. “More, please,” she whispered, her voice barely there.