Time Apart Novels & Stories

“How far is Jo-Haan from Earth?” “Umm…approximately thousand times further than you are from sun” my eyebrows flew up. “So far…” I trailed. If its that far…my eyebrows knitted in confusion. “How did the healer get here so fast?” “Oh, we have the appropriate contraption to do so. There are two course of transporters. One of them can transport people within two to three days, the other one can transport people within minutes or even seconds immatter of the distance they travel. But the latter one takes a physical toll on people, they would be fatigued for a week after that” guilt seeped into my veins. The healer, whoever she is, would have undergone the same ‘cause of me. We were on the third

They were in that state when Simon walk slowly near them. "What's so funny?" He asked while looking at Betty and Felix grinning to each other. "Nothing love, just sit and let's eat." Betty said while Felix stop grinning and sit beside his father. That is the everyday routine of family Remington.

I need to know, no matter how painful the answer is. “ four months” “ I’m sorry what???” He’s got to be joking right?? How long was I unconscious?? Is it possible to find out? Ughhhh, I can’t handle this! “ you’ve been gone for four months. I’ve been looking everywhere for you, all over the world. Found more angels talking to them. I just feel horrible that it took me this long to see that you were only two hours away.” His voice is rough and scratchy

Looking at the number flashing on the screen, she couldn't help but be surprised. Is the number of a close friend in the country. But why is she calling at this hour? Country S and the city of Cambridge are seven time zones apart. It's only nine o'clock in the morning, so it's obviously two o'clock in the country. A bad premonition slowly invaded her mind. She picked up the phone. - Linda, why are you calling me at this hour? On the other end of the line echoed the urgent voice of her best friend.

“How long will they be there?” Francine asked Sylvia while watching their program. “Not sure. Time there is not relevant to here. A day here is equivalent to a year there. So, as we watch this program, close to a month could lapse there. It’s great when you need to get away from it all and not take too much time away from here if you have work to do the next day.” Sylvia explained. “I can’t wait to go there,” Francine stated with anticipation in her eyes.

By the time we arrived in Honolulu, it was going to be around two in the afternoon because of the twelve-hour time difference between Paris and Honolulu. We had been on air for ten hours and we still had six more hours to go. To say Abigail was unhappy was an understatement. She was excited about Hawaii, don’t get me wrong. What put her off was the amount of time we were spending on the air. According to her, it was almost a full day. While she slept, I checked with my secretary and Zara on how things were over in New York. When she woke up, I knew I wouldn’t get any more work done so I just closed my laptop and set it aside as she crawled on my lap.

It had been four months since Adam left. Anastasia missed him like hell but their contact never ended. This made her so much peaceful that despite Adam being so far away, he was really close to her. There wasn't a day when Adam didn't call and she also would. They had schedules of when to call due to the time difference and it was going great.

That’s one small mercy. “Well, we are here, on vacation, enjoying each other’s company, so I thought I would let you know that I appreciate you,” Time tells her, pulling her closer to his chest. “We have been together for many years now, and it’s not hard to forget to remind each other.”

I turned around. He had stood too. He was three feet away, which was the distance that had been reducing since September with the specific patience of someone who had decided where they were going and had not been in a hurry to get there because they had already waited four years and a few more months was not a significant variable. I looked at him.

I never do. Eighteen hours. That number keeps replaying in my head, detached from everything else, like it’s its own separate thought. Eighteen hours since I left the country. Since I put physical distance between myself and Devin. Since I made the decision everyone keeps telling me was necessary, strategic, unavoidable. I hear those words in other people’s voices, layered over each other, dull and reasonable and completely useless