Time Apart Novels & Stories

Are you awake? I chuckled at his message before sending a response. Yeah, but you should be asleep. Before I could keep the phone it pinged again. Seems like a night chat. She's awake!! How are you ? Baby I've missed you. Hope you missed me too 🤧 Another laughter from me. I actually did miss him. No I didn't. But I'm okay, What about you? New York and Los Alamos have a two hours time difference. It's a few minutes past eleven so I'm thinking it should be nine over there.

Lots of friends can be made within a short period of time but only few ones lasts longer. The ones we've been friends with for longer would always be appreciated and cherished in our hearts. Breaking up and making up are the two things that made a relationship works out lasts longer, Ben missed Esther terribly, not talking to her best friend for more than a month took a toll on her. But they needed the space, they needed the break to make things right, they needed to stay away from each other for a while. To make them work out again.

It wasn't necessary cause I wasn't planning on running, not yet. It had been more than a week since I had travelled back in time. I missed technology terribly. I really wished I could hear to Taylor Swift right now. Ugh! At this point I'll be glad even if I saw a toaster. I looked around the room and saw my tools, notes and equipment scattered everywhere. I cleaned up the mess and hid it under the bed. I needed a break.

I replied, laughing out loud. 'Lol, of course I do. Just come back early so we can leave early." he said. "Sure, guy. I won't delay. You know I always keep to time." I boasted. "Are you seriously boasting? Well we sha see, we will confirm it." Alex said rolling his eyes. *****

“It does. Time makes it a lot worse.” “Does it affect you? Nana said once that being away for too long could be dangerous.” “It does and it is.” “How?” “Look, I don’t like to talk about it, Mom and Dad found out only last year, but I suppose if you’re contemplating a distance relationship you should know. But I don’t want you to spread this, okay?” I nodded anxiously.

, I said. "And short as fuck ". "When is your closet break?", I asked. "Next month ". I groaned "How long is it going to last?". "Like a week". I groaned again. "I hate long distance ", I mumbled. "We're in the same country", I said. "And you're 7 million kilometers away from me ", I grumbled. "Friday is in two days, and then I'll get to see you again ". "I can't wait ", I said smiling.

Two weeks. It had been exactly fourteen days since Liam’s plane took off for Singapore, but to Hazel, sitting in her cubicle on the forty-second floor, it felt like a lifetime. She stared blindly at the spreadsheet on her monitor, clicking her pen against the desk. She missed him with a dull, constant ache in the center of her chest. Their goodbye had been a chaotic, tearful blur at the airport drop-off, and since then, the brutal fifteen-hour time difference had practically erased their communication. When she was waking up to get ready for work, he was exhausted and going to sleep. When she was eating dinner alone in their apartment, he was stepping into back-to-back boardroom meetings. Th

"Colorado is what, three states?" "Four depending on the route." He turned the coffee cup in his hands. "And you're calculating this because?" I looked at him. He looked back at me. We had been doing this long enough that some conversations didn't need all their words. "She goes home in two weeks," I said. "Connecticut. The whole break." "How far?" "Four hours from here." I paused. "Three and a half from Boston." Marcus was quiet for a moment. "Declan."

And every time, her heart churned quietly. And yet she knows, their relationship, isn’t official, yet. They were separated by 5,000 kilometers. Two time zones. At 6 a.m. Tokyo time, Sometimes when she’d pick up her phone, tempted to send “Did you wake up yet?”—but it would still be 4 a.m. in Jakarta. She knows that question feel ridiculous, even before she send the message. If only, she thought, it were just five kilometers instead. Or even five meters. Close enough to knock and say, “Want to grab dinner?”

Zia Stephanie's POV I felt like time begun to lose its meaning. The passage of time felt like it was heavenly distorted where space time worked into different scale on the other dimension. What should only be a few minutes seemed like I had endured dew hours and what might feel like small width of time could be extensive.