The Distance Between Us Film Novels & Stories

I feel it somewhere in my chest that has no professional distance left in it. He crosses to me. “You look,” he starts. “Don’t,” I say softly, because if he finishes that sentence right now in this room full of people I am going to do something very unprofessional. He stops. Looks at me. The corner of his mouth moves. “Right,” he says. “Right,” I say. We stand side by side and look at the room and neither of us says anything for a moment and the distance between us, the professional careful managed distance, is about two inches and feels like nothing at all.

I looked at him, my expression completely serene. "When we were with each other all day and night, you couldn't do it. Now that we are in two different cities, do you really think it's possible?" Tony’s eyes lit up, clearly believing he still had a chance. "It won't be a long-distance relationship." "Yvonne was spreading rumors at the hospital, which caused a really bad public impact. I’ve resigned. “Just give me a little time, I will find a new job at a hospital here. That way, we can start over..."

“I know he doesn’t see me that way. And that’s okay. I don’t expect anything from him. I just… I just want to be near him. That’s enough for me.” My throat tightened. I had spent so many years feeling the exact same way. Loving from a distance, accepting whatever scraps of attention I could get, telling myself that being near Luciano was enough—even when it was killing me. I reached over, taking Eva’s hand in mine and squeezing gently. “I know how that feels.” Eva glanced at me, her eyes softening. “ your boyfriend is like that too? ” I nodded, my gaze dropping to our intertwined fingers.

I saw that look, and I said, "Maybe we should check out our old home." It was our first home after the marriage. Now I was getting nostalgic about it. That made her pause. She was guessing my thoughts. Even after I'd gotten out, she remained in the car for a long, long time. … T-minus, one day. We had a taciturn agreement. Lauren and I rarely showed up at the project site together. Sometimes, when Felix wasn't around, she would come down and join the meeting, but she would say nothing. The woman did steal some glances at me, though.

he says kissing my neck and I moan in response giving him more access to my neck. Before we knew it we were both naked enjoying the bliss of the night. I can't believe we are doing it in my movie theater when his wife is asleep a few minutes from here. I don't regret it.

He was staring past it, jaw tight, eyebrows drawn. He looked like he was barely holding it together. We made eye contact across the asphalt. For the first time since this morning, there was no coldness between us. No posturing. No anger. Just worry. Worry that mirrored mine exactly. He didn’t walk over. I didn’t either. We just stood there for a moment, watching each other from a distance neither of us tried to close. Maybe because neither of us had anything helpful to say. Maybe because the only words that mattered were the ones neither of us had:

The quiet tension in the office had become its own living, breathing thing. For the first two days after their return, Isabelle and Damian maintained a perfect, professional distance. They communicated through emails, despite being in adjacent offices. They spoke in hushed, businesslike tones during project reviews. The wall was up. But every so often, the facade would crack, a brief, silent admission of what had passed between them in the storm.

I shuddered. He pulled away, but remained in the same position. I saw him staring at my lips and then he bit his own lip. His face inched closer to me again as he leaned in. His face was inches away from me now. His cool breath made me shiver. But he didn't stop. He further leaned in to close the distance between our lips, now just a few centimetres away. Part of me wanted to feel his lips against mine. Our lips were barely a few millimetres apart. And that little distance could have soon disappeared if my mom hadn't decided to open the door at that very moment.

Showing his full anger towards the roads which delayed the presence of the one he begged to meet. It's been six years. No contact. Both are busy in their own lives trying not to care about each other's lives. When one might have succeeded in the race but the other seemed to have horribly failed. Maybe, he didn't even try to. The atmosphere got comforting and lively the moment his eyes fell upon the café door which opened with a woman coming in with a smile. She smiled at the workers who had returned the gesture equally enthusiastic.

I asked, curious. But Loss only shook his head at me, and placed a finger on his lips. "Too many questions." I ate my food in silence, smiling at him. "Thank you for the food." "You're welcome." Hours later... We sat on the couch, TV switched on as a movie played. I had a bowl of popcorn on my lap, munching on it, and now and then I'd sneak looks at Loss. Loss was focused on the movie, a horror about a cult, following along intently.