The Room Between Us Novels & Stories

“Deal, you two meet me here in the living room after 5 min. Go settle your things and change your dress I will go to my room also” We went separately to our designated room. I and Tamara shared a bedroom coz Tamara doesn’t want to have her own room. We are on the right side while Ryle is on the left side of the hall. We unpacked our things and change into our swimsuits. “Woooh, whose this hot girl, B for the moment I forgot I’m a girl”.ha.ha.ha. “Oh stop being dramatic, any way you look so hot yourself as well.” “Yeah right, let’s go I can’t wait to see boys drooling at you." ha.ha.ha.

Together, we walked into the room casually. It was quite a large room. It had three beds, two large study desks and lamps, and four chairs. At the moment, there was a total of four girls within. Three of them looked like they were in their late twenties, while the last one was about the age of Jessica and I. The moment we stepped in, they definitely noticed us and shot us curious glances. They observed us, just as we did. “Hi, we were directed to Room 1,” Jessica said.

Chapter 12: The Aftermath She knew they needed to talk about it. And as her leg bounced with nerves, she found herself unable to leave her room. Anxious and full of trepidation as she stared ahead of her at her innocent bedroom door. It was the bedroom door she had shared with Randy for so long, that the events from last night almost made her sick to her stomach. Jackson's breath on her ear, the way he had tangled his fingers in her locks. It was like a tender secret.

It was a delicate balance, a tightrope we walked as we navigated the intricate path before us, seeking a path to unity and survival. As we finally arrived at the door to his room, I turned to meet Lucian's unwavering gaze, finding a reflection of unyielding strength mirrored in his eyes. "This will be your room," I declare, my voice resonating with a mixture of respect and acknowledgment. I gesture towards the adjacent room. "Mine is across from yours. It will be more convenient in case you need anything."

--- Luz counters as she sees my interest in the photo. I nod my head in agreement, holding back from letting out a tear. The bad thing about seeing pictures of every moment of them is knowing that I only missed it because I was a jerk. The pain it brings is unparalleled. We went to the far left, entering a huge room. It had a huge window overlooking the sea, the double bed on the main wall, which had a highlight, with a very large television on the front wall. Everything in light tones. Nearby was a door.

"Room 304." My stomach does a weird flip. Julian and I exchange quick glances but say nothing, both grabbing our keys from the front desk. We take the elevator up with a few other teammates, everyone tired and ready to drop their bags. The hallway on the third floor is carpeted and quiet, room numbers climbing as we walk. Room 304 is near the end. Julian unlocks it and pushes the door open. We both stop in the doorway, staring at the interior. One bed. Queen-sized, neatly made with white sheets and too many pillows. One bed instead of the two doubles that every other room apparently has.

A tall officer called my name. “Yes,” I said, my voice small. “Come with me.” I shot Damon one last look. He didn’t even lift his head. My stomach twisted as I followed the officer into a small room. --- The room had one table, two chairs, and a buzzing light above. The officer sat, folding his hands. “So. Tell me what happened tonight.” “Nothing,” I blurted out. “I wasn’t drinking, I wasn’t fighting. I was just… there.”

Something careful and old, like a feeling she'd been managing for a long time. "The sitting room," I said. "Yes," she said. We walked. Neither of us spoke. Our footsteps fell into the same rhythm without either of us trying. I noticed that and didn't say anything about it. At the end of the east hall she pushed open a door. Inside was a small room. Two chairs facing each other. A window with the curtains half drawn. Nothing else. We went in. She sat. I sat. The door clicked shut behind us and the rest of the world went quiet on the other side of it.

Chapter 9: A Glimpse of Hope The atmosphere in Lucas Thorne's office was remarkably quiet, the type of silence that seemed to weigh down on the chest. Perched high above the bustling city, the space was a serene escape from the commotion below. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls offered a stunning view of the skyline, allowing sunlight to flood the room by day and city lights to twinkle at night. The office was elegantly furnished with a simple touch featuring a dark wood desk, sleek black leather chairs, and tidy shelves filled with files and awards.

Still trying to take it all in, Tracy followed his gaze as he pointed down the hallway. “That’s our room.” She pressed her lips together, a small smile forming despite herself. Then she nodded. Walking down the quiet hall, the room opened not with noise, but with calm, a wide breath of space, softly arranged for two souls to exist without collision. Two beds stood apart, not just in distance, but in respect, each claiming its own corner of rest. Between them flowed a white linen curtain, falling from ceiling to floor like a quiet promise, a boundary not meant to divide harshly,