The Infinity Between Us Novels & Stories

⸻ That Night In bed, wrapped in soft sheets and half-asleep limbs, Elena whispered into the dark: “I submitted a new series to the gallery.” Adrian’s voice was low. “Yeah?” “They want to feature it. In a permanent collection.” He smiled in the dark. “Proud of you.” “There’s more.” She hesitated. Then: “I named the series Falling Between Us.” Adrian turned toward her, fully awake now. “And why that?” “Because everything we thought was a fall…” she whispered, “turned out to be a way forward.” He kissed her forehead.

But something in her stomach twisted. She ignored the feeling. She was here to capture beauty, not be swayed by it. “Next setup,” the director called. “We’ll go for something more personal. On the sofa.” In the meantime, Luna, for a moment remembered the event of previous night, her break up with her boyfrien. A bitter taste emerged in her mouth but she shut the memory down. This was not the time. She set up her camera as Deverell and Kensy moved onto a vintage leather couch, designed to look as if it belonged in some old, dimly lit apartment, where secrets were whispered between tangled sheets.

A bold, crimson bouquet. No note. No signature. Just one message, loud and clear. I wasn’t backing down. Not now. Not ever.

Washington, DC, United States of America A girl who has a tall stature, a beautifully sculpted nose descends from a new black car. The Ferrari 005, the black car caught the attention of several people who were still passing by on the golf course. The girl who was wrapped in an Adidas sports top looked down at her wrist, then stepped the ladder into the large building in the US.

“I’ll walk you up.” We meet at the front of the truck, and he falls into step beside me. The night air is cool, quiet, almost peaceful. For the first time in days, I feel like I can breathe. We stop at the bottom of the porch steps. And suddenly the space between us feels charged, not heavy, not overwhelming, just… full. Like something is about to happen. His hand lifts slightly, like he’s about to brush a strand of hair behind my ear again. I lean in without meaning to. He leans in too. We’re inches apart. And then...The front door swings open. My dad stands there, holding a mug of coffee, eyebrows raised. “Lena? You’re home.” I jump back like I’ve been electrocuted. Evan clears his throat

“So are you.” There was silence and the wind rustled through the leaves overhead, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and something she couldn’t place but it was warm, rich, grounding. She almost thought it came from him. She took a step closer without realizing it. “I don’t think I recognize you,” she said. “Are you from the city?” His lips curved, faint but noticeable. “You could say that.” “That’s not an answer.” “No,” he agreed, and for a moment the air between them reduced, it was charged, as though his words carried more weight than words.