The Distance Between Us Film Novels & Stories

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“Too late.” We both ended up sitting on the couch… At opposite ends. Like we were strangers who just happened to choose the same furniture. She hugged a pillow. I crossed my arms. It was ridiculous. After ten minutes of the movie, I could feel the awkward distance like a physical wall. She sneaked a glance at me. I sneaked a glance at her. Then she shifted a little closer. Just a little. So I shifted too. Just a little. Two minutes later, we were closer again.

“Us. Whatever this looks like, we figure it out together.” I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “So… long distance?” I ask. “If that’s what we need to do, then yeah,” Greg says. “We try. Properly. Not half in, not pretending we’re just friends if we’re not.” My lips press together, and emotions flicker across my face. “And if it doesn’t work?” “Then we deal with that if it happens,” he says honestly. “But I’m not walking away from this without trying. Not again.” That settles something deep inside of me.

Just a man on a floor who had just come through something and was looking at the person who had come through it with him. I looked back. The moment stretched between us thin and full, and neither of us moved, and neither of us spoke, and the distance between our faces stayed exactly where it was. Almost unbearable. And neither of us did anything about it.

“Come on, let’s go check it out.” I grabbed my jacket off the chair. Didn’t bother with the rest of the laces. “You call the coast guard?” “Already did. 40 minutes out.” He was already at the door, hoodie in his hand. “Said they’d send someone but...” He didn’t finish. He didn’t have to. 40 minutes was too long. We went down the stairs fast. Too fast. The wood creaked under our weight like it always did at 5am. Like the house was annoyed we were awake.

Ethan said calmly. “Well, you should not have,” I shot back. “This is my office.” “I waited downstairs,” he replied. “They said you were still working.” “That doesn’t give you permission to walk in here.” Aria cleared her throat awkwardly. “Ma’am… I’ll step outside.” I didn’t stop her. The door closed, leaving Ethan and I alone with all the things we never finished saying. I tightened my grip on my bag. “You need to leave.” He studied my face, his gaze lingering longer than I liked. “You look like you haven’t slept for days.”

The man was on purpose; he must have planned all of this with Aamber, so that Clarissa would not be able to move anymore. They left the island at noon. After landing on the Island of the Gods, Bali, they continued by plane to return home. “You must be happy.” Aaron grabbed Laurel's hand who was sitting next to him, smiling mischievously. She looked at him and laughed. “You are very cunning, Aaron Silverwhite.” Aaron laughed along with her and kissed her forehead affectionately.

Kai asked. “They released the video,” Ethan said. “Earlier than planned.” The woman went still. “Already?” Ethan nodded. “And it’s spreading fast.” Kai’s stomach sank. “What’s in the video?” Ethan showed him the screen The video was shaky and unclear. Filmed from far away. It showed Ethan’s hand on Kai’s back. Kai leaning into him. nothing dramatic nothing inappropriate. Just closeness. Kai swallowed. “That’s all?” Ethan gave a small, bitter smile. “That’s enough for them.”

she admitted. Ethan stood beside her. “Only the best for you.” Their days were filled with elegance. Fine dining. Yacht rides across crystal-clear waters. Everything was flawless. But unlike Dave and Adia’s laughter— There was a quiet distance that sometimes lingered. One afternoon, while seated by the pool Ethan checked his phone. Lisha noticed. “You’re working,” she said calmly. “I just need to handle something quickly,” he replied. “You said this was time for us.” “It is,” he said, slightly distracted.

I needed to do this more often. We ate in silence and did the dishes together. We ate dessert together with a romantic movie she picked in the living room and sat close to each other, our knees touching. She kept fussing with the blanket, but it couldn’t cover us equally and her movements were distracting, so I pulled her down and she landed on my thighs “You’re interrupting my movie”, “Be careful, you’re losing your cold self”, She said, as I pulled the blanket over us. “Being super nice”, She snuggled into me, resting her head on my chest.