The Space Between Us Novels & Stories

I looked at the spaces around me, the places where I could almost sense Kade watching. "My mate is one of those between-people now. And for a long time, I thought that meant I'd lost him. That he was gone. But I was wrong." My voice only shook a little. "He's more present now than ever. In every choice we make. Every connection we forge. Every moment of silence that gives our sounds meaning. He's there. They all are. The between-people. Holding space for us. Making room for connection by existing in the spaces between."

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT: THE SPACE BETWEEN HELD BREATHS Lena's Pov The night after I told him about the placement, I didn’t sleep. Not because of fear but because of space. The idea of it stretched between us like a living thing. Six months. A country away. Time zones and new streets and unfamiliar skies. It wasn’t a threat exactly, but it wasn’t harmless either. Space could soften things… or sharpen them into something you couldn’t touch without bleeding.

Nothing that sounds like I’ve made a decision without him. “Honestly, I’ve never really understood why people put space between them when they’re trying to fix things,” I say carefully. “How is space supposed to help anyone get closer again?” He narrows his eyes. “That’s not an answer.” “I meant it,” I say quickly. “We’re a couple, right? Space isn’t what we need. If anything… maybe we’ve had too much of it. With me doing this, going to meet other men, it’s felt like we’ve been apart already.”

They happened in the accumulation of ordinary evenings, in shared meals and afternoon silences and cups of tea left on desks and thirty-second assessments of sketches on walls. They happened in the space between. And the space between was getting smaller every day.

With something more focused. “Then show me the difference.” That was all I needed. I stepped in again. Closer this time. Forcing the space between us to collapse instead of stretch. Her reaction came instantly. Too fast to be instinct. Too precise to be guesswork. She turned before I moved. Her hand came up exactly where mine would have been. I hadn’t stepped yet. But she had already responded. The space between us froze. Neither of us moved. Not for a second. Not for a breath.

"Happiness doesn't pay rent. It doesn't build a future. It's just a feeling that goes away when reality hits." Kai flinched. "So what are you saying?" Ethan ran his hands through his hair, panic rising. "I don't know. I don't know anything anymore." "Ethan, look at me." He couldn't. If he looked at Kai, saw the hurt there, he'd break completely. "I need space," he said instead. "I need to think." "Space." Kai's voice was flat. "Right." "Kai—"

Finding mine. Forty feet between us, a battlefield between us, noise and bodies and chaos between us, and he finds me in the space of one breath the same way he has always found me. The same way I will always find him. Like the distance is a formality we have both agreed to ignore. His small face does the thing it does.

“No. I’m just not running.” The honesty in that, Raw. Unpolished. It hit deeper than anything else. Silence settled between us again. But this time, it wasn’t heavy. It wasn’t uncertain. It was… shifting. Like something was changing. Slowly. I didn’t step away. He didn’t move closer. But the space between us no longer felt like distance. It felt like a line. The one we were both aware of. The one neither of us had crossed. Yet. And somehow, that felt even more intense.

I whispered. “I’m aware.” “Then maybe you should stop.” “Maybe you should make me.” I almost laughed at that. Almost. But the sound never came. Because in the next moment…. The space between us disappeared. And everything we had been trying to hold back… Didn’t.

she spoke I shook my head and let it go. We have a beautiful apartment with a spacious living room , a beautiful dinning table, a modern kitchen with a balcony which give us the perfect view. We have a small sitting place in the balcony also. I usually sit there and read books with a cup of a coffee