The Distance Between Us Movie Novels & Stories

“Good. Because I picked a movie that’ll force you to stop thinking.” I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what masterpiece is that?” He grinned. “Some ridiculous action movie with zero plot and maximum explosions. My specialty.” I couldn’t help but smile as I sat beside him. “You’re impossible.” “Maybe,” he said, nudging my shoulder lightly, “but I’m right.” We settled under the blanket, our shoulders brushing. The contact was warm, steady, comforting, so different from the electric chaos Damian left behind. The movie started, loud and dramatic, the kind of thing Taylor always insisted was “good for the soul.”

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.

"But I also promise to fight for this. To do everything I can to make it work. Because you're worth the effort, Elena. We're worth the effort." "Even if it's hard?" I asked. "Especially if it's hard," he said. The next morning, I boarded a plane to Boston, leaving Damien standing in my apartment surrounded by the boxes I'd packed, ready to be shipped. As the plane lifted off, I looked out at the city we both loved, the place where we'd met and fought and hurt each other and somehow found our way to something that felt real. I didn't know if long-distance would work. Didn't know if we were strong enough to withstand the challenges ahead.

Luckily Sarah brought a mat and we all sat on it. The movie was very interesting and emotional, I and Mel cried all through the movie, Sarah was in tears the moment the movie started, Ben and Chad were trying to keep their emotions in check but I could sense they also felt the movie, the title was five feet apart. "Tonight was fun." Sarah squealed. "Indeed, I don't wish for it to end." "Neither do I." I looked at the night sky and gave a sad smile. "We all have each other's numbers, we'll chat and gist." Chad nudged me in the arm.

I was just greatly enjoying leaning on Xavier’s shoulder and I don’t know if he’s enjoying my presence but I never heard him complain about it. Xavier and I got out of the bus and we both went straight to the mall where the first thing we did was to head to the movie house and see what shows are available. Xavier and I argued for about five minutes just because he wanted to watch a horror film and I had the utmost audacity to force him to watch a romantic drama. He wanted to watch Us while I wanted to watch Five Feet Apart. I don’t even know why I want to watch Five Feet Apart. Perhaps it’s because of the fact that I have a little crush on Cole Sprouse. I know there’s like a huge difference

“I am.” That night, we sit on her bed with the laptop between us. Lights off. Only the screen glowing. “What are we watching?” I ask. “Carol,” she says. I smile softly. “Good choice.” The movie starts. At first, we sit with some space between us. But as the story goes on, that space slowly disappears. Her shoulder touches mine. She does not move away. The room is quiet except for the movie voices and our breathing. At one scene, Maya whispers, “They look at each other like that.”

I lean back against the headboard, and cross my arms. Oakley does the same, leaving a good amount of distance between us. I don’t make a move to be closer, not wanting to push things. The first movie isn’t terrible though. It’s about 2 hours long, and we stay pretty much in the same position. At the beginning of the second one, Oakley is leaning closer to me. His body is mer inches away, his body heat warming me. And by the time we hit the halfway mark, his side is pressed into mine.

And he wasn't going to ask. Not yet. Across the courtyard, Ilyas stood at his own window. He looked toward Nate's balcony. Their eyes met through the distance. Ilyas smiled. Nate smiled back. Neither of them knew what the other was thinking. But both felt the same strange pull. And neither was ready for what would happen when the truth finally came out.

She's been waiting. I sit. She remains standing. Then, as if the standing is a decision she consciously revises, she sits across from me. The distance between us is two meters—close enough to see her face clearly, far enough to feel the space as a separation. "Tell me," she says. So I told her. All of it.

I leaned forward to rest my forehead against his good shoulder, and I let myself cry for a few minutes. We held each other on the soft sofa, and we thought about the terrible distance between our two cities. The massive geographic space scared me, because long distance relationships often fail under the heavy stress of professional sports. "We spent all semester fighting to stay in the same dorm room, and now the universe wants to send us to opposite sides of the country," I said. "It feels like a cruel joke, and I do not know how to process the massive change in our plans." "I will not let the universe pull us apart, and I will fight this distance just like I fought my father," Michael repl