The Space Between Us Book Novels & Stories

“Now it's just the two of us.” Clarissa smiled seductively and plopped down on the soft sofa in the library, then crossed her legs defiantly. “Sit down, Aaron, it's strange that we're talking so far apart,” she invited him who had been standing while leaning on his desk at the end of the room. Aaron's face was cold, not responding to Clarissa's invitation. “Why are you here, Clare, what's your goal?” “Can I not? I miss you, Aaron, miss our times together.”

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Alright, I will work on it," Daniel frowned. Sarah raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Do you feel uncomfortable being too close to him?" "No..." In fact, occasionally it was the other way around. He would often find himself accidentally standing way too close to Nathan before he became aware of their position and pulled himself back. He was overly comfortable around Nathan, who attracted him like a magnet, and he did not want to be that creep who had no sense of personal space and hovered over people threateningly. He was worried Nathan would be uncomfortable around him. Daniel sighed. "Then, I will discuss it with him."

"What is wrong with you?" Edith stepped in front of Helene. "You're a terrible mom! I hate you!" Unperturbed, I grabbed a wine glass and took the stage. "Thank you all for coming. I regret to inform you that Mr. Grayson and I are divorcing. This house is mine, not his, but I'll host another event to make amends. Please understand." I downed the wine in one gulp. The guests, savvy businesspeople, made quick excuses and left.

“I’m making it sound like how it feels.” He took another step forward, and this time I stepped back. The distance between us widened, deliberate. “I think we should take some time apart,” I said. His eyes snapped up. “What?” “Time,” I repeated. “Apart. You need space to collect your thoughts. To actually decide what you want instead of hovering in this gray area forever.” “You don’t mean that.” “I do,” I said. “When you know what you want, you can let me and Marianne know. But until then, I’m done dealing with your shit.”

I said to him and he sat down, and surprisingly he sat beside me, but none of us said anything to each other just silence and staring into space *Hey guys how has the book been so far Hope you guys are enjoying it, make Sure you like, comment and gift this book and I'll drop a double chapter, Who are you rooting for? Liam or Kelly?

“No.” “Then why are you surprised?” She turned slightly, meeting his gaze. “I’m not surprised.” “Then what?” “I’m uncomfortable.” That answer was honest. And he saw it. --- “With what?” he asked. She hesitated. Then— “The space.” Lucas frowned slightly. “What space?” “The space between us.” Silence. “You chose him,” he said quietly. “I know.” “So what space are you talking about?” She struggled to explain it. Because it wasn’t obvious.

“Shouldn’t I be?” A faint smile touched her face. “That depends.” The mist shifted violently around us. Far away— something massive moved in the darkness. Watching. Waiting. My stomach tightened. “What is this place?” “The space between us.” Her voice echoed strangely here. Not through air. Through me. Like every word was being spoken directly into my bones. I took a slow step back instinctively. “You’re the thing that’s been trying to break through.” “No,” she corrected gently. “I’m the thing trying not to disappear.”

“But I’m m⁠ore af‍raid of losin‍g som⁠ethi⁠ng⁠ real.” ‌And in that moment,‍ the space⁠ between us disappe‌ared — not with‌ a k⁠iss, but with‍ understanding. With t‌he q⁠ui‍e‍t kind of love that do‍esn’t need to be declared to exist. ---

That does something to my chest I don’t try to name. We sit there like that. Not fixed. Not broken. Just… present. The wind shifts again. Carries the scent of something distant. Alive. The world moving forward without waiting for permission. I stand slowly. My legs hold. Barely, but enough. Collins follows a second later. We don’t reach for each other. But we don’t step away either. The space between us feels… chosen. Not forced. Not pulled. Just there because we both allow it.

A ghost of a memory I haven't formed yet. I blink, and the feeling is gone. He’s Cole. My Cole. But as the helicopter turns toward the horizon, I realize that the space between wrong and right didn't just disappear. It’s inside me now. And I have no idea what it’s going to do next.