Tan Cerca Pero Tan Lejos Novels & Stories

One moment we were in my kitchen and in what felt like a single intake of breath we were in my living room, then the hallway, then back, and the whole thing had a quality that my brain kept trying to file under impossible and kept failing because it had just happened and I had been there for it. I was gripping his hand with both of mine when he stopped. "Okay," I said, after a moment. "Okay." "Too much?" "No." I steadied myself. "No, it was — that was extraordinary." I looked up at him. "You can do that anywhere? Any distance?" "Within certain limits," he said. "Longer distances take more—" He paused, searching for the right word. "More of me. There's a cost to it at greater distances."

Somewhere far away from Monica for the mean time. I really need to get my thoughts out of this.

Difficult roads often leads beautiful destinations. Ananya I came here to have some fresh air but my luck so bad that this handsome asshole is also present. I had forgiven him for his rude behavior but still i am little angry on him and i am damn sure that he has some selfish reason for his sudden change of behavior. And i can't afford to be near him because when ever i am near him my heart rate increases and i can't control the feelings that i have for him surfacing again.

Thomas put his finger up my nose, his body trembling. “We have been living here without an issue. Are you trying to put us out on the street?” “Yeah, Miles.” Teresa’s voice softened. Choking in sobs, Teresa tried to appeal to my emotions. “I know that we didn’t think this through or check with you. “But Cass needs some space now that she’s pregnant. We are a family. Can’t we put our differences aside and talk? Where will we go if you get rid of the apartment?” Here we went again.

There was no masks, just Nico, baring his soul in front of everyone who mattered and those who didn’t. “You’re serious,” I whispered. “Yeah.” He took my hands, pressing them to his chest where his heartbeat thumped. “Stay with me, Elena. You’ve been distant lately. Please,” he murmured, “don’t leave me.” A lump in my throat choked my words. I glanced at his family, no, *ours*. Could they see this? Could they feel the weight of it? Nico thought my distance meant I was pulling away… and he was as terrified as I was? Did wishes come true?

It was hungry and reckless, as if the two of them might combust right there in front of everyone. Lewis popped a bottle of champagne, laughing boisterously. "Now that’s passion. Alright, that’s enough for tonight. Let’s all clear out before these two start trying for kids." The room erupted in knowing laughter. My head spun while my stomach roiled. Through the haze, someone tugged me toward the door. "Can’t you read the room? Get out already." I instinctively pulled away, only to meet Ethan’s disappointed eyes. "Why can’t you be more like Victoria and be more understanding?"

Across the way, light flickered in Lucan’s chamber. I didn’t look long. Just enough. That familiar ache stirred in my chest again. The one I couldn’t name. I whispered to the dark: “Why do I feel like I’ve lost something I never had?” The wind didn’t answer. But it didn’t feel quite so cold anymore.

And the shape of it was the distance between a forehead kiss and a real one. And the distance was growing. Slowly. Quietly. The way the most significant distances always grew. ---

Jessica had a strange dream where Terry was standing right in front of her. She walked towards him, wanting to hug him, but she realized that there was only half a meter of distance between them and no matter how much she walked, she couldn't get past it. She reached out to touch him, but the distance that seemed so close suddenly became a little farther away when she stretched her hand, and she couldn't quite reach him. No matter how she walked towards Terry, there was always a slight distance between her and him.

Not healed. But closer. The distance hadn’t vanished. But it no longer felt infinite. And for now, that was enough.