#distance

[feral-ballad]

Jane Hirshfield, from The Beauty: Poems; “Three Mornings”

[Text ID: “sweetened distance, longing.”]

[pi-slices]

Distance.

[nobeerreviews]

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep.

-- Rumi

(Mamaia, Romania)

[macrolit]

When your heart lives in a different place than your body. New mlbooks IG post.

[thegirlthatcriesacademia]

I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person's attitude so that they wouldn't get any closer. I didn't easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music.

— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

[n0vazsq]

The distance between us | Hector Fort x Reader

pairing . . . hector fort x gf!reader

summary . . . When he lashes at you for being clingy, the distance between you starts to grow

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.3k+

warnings . . . angst all the way with a slight happy ending!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . died writing this omg like you dont understand </3 i hope you guys like it!! i had to add the happy ending for my wellness and health

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . The stadium lights were dimming, their harsh glow fading into the quiet, empty night. The echoes of cheers and exctiment had long since disappeared, leaving only the ghost of a game that ended in heartbreak. Defeat hung heavy in the air, clinging to Hector's shoulders as if the weight of the loss was physically pressing him down.

You followed a few steps behind, heart tight with worry. His silence was like a wall, thick and impenetrable. You wanted to reach out, to offer the comfort you knew he needed but couldn’t ask for. The two of you had always been like this, attached together, finding peace in the quiet moments when words failed.

But tonight felt different. The loss had cut deep, and you could feel the anger brewing in him, barely contained.

"Hector," you called softly, your voice a gentle call. You touched his arm, the contact light, reassuring. "I’m here. You don’t have to carry this alone."

He flinched at your touch, pulling his arm away as if burned. When he turned to face you, his eyes were dark, stormy. "I don’t need your pity," he spat, each word sharp, laced with venom you’d never heard from him before. "Why are you always… always there? Clinging to me like I’m some lost cause. I just need space!"

The words hit like a slap, grabbing at the breath from your lungs. You blinked, the sting behind your eyes growing, but you refused to let the tears fall. "I’m not trying to pity you," you whispered, voice fragile, barely holding together. "I just… I wanted to help."

"Well, don’t," he snapped, the bitterness in his tone cutting deeper than any blade. "I don’t need you to fix me."

The silence that followed was deafening. You stood there, the air between you heavy, suffocating. He turned away, leaving you alone in the echoing corridor, the distance between you now a chasm.

Days blurred into weeks. You gave him the space he demanded, each step back like cutting away at a part of yourself. You stopped waiting for him after practice. Stopped sending the little texts you knew used to make him smile. Stopped reaching for his hand. Every piece of you that had once been open, giving, began to close off, brick by brick.

You became quieter. Smaller. Distant.

And Hector noticed.

It was in the way your laughter no longer reached your eyes. The way you sat on the opposite end of the couch, your body a careful distance from his. Conversations had grown hollow, filled with empty words and strained silences. You moved around him like a ghost, a faint echo of the person you had once been.

The realization dawned at him, harsh and unforgiving. He had wanted space, but now he felt the emptiness you left behind, a hollow ache that nothing could fill.

One night, the silence between you became unbearable. He watched you from across the room, your head bowed, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. You seemed smaller, like you were collapising in on yourself.

"I…" Hector's voice was soft, almost hesitant. "I’ve been a jerk"

You looked up, surprise flickering across your face. "It’s fine," you said, but the words were empty, robotic.

"No, it’s not." He ran a hand through his hair, his frustration raw, unfiltered. "That night… after the game… I hurt you. I pushed you away when all you wanted was to help. I didn’t mean any of it."

You didn’t reply, your eyes fixed on the floor. The silence stretched out, heavy with everything left unsaid.

"The distance between us grew," he murmured, his voice fragile. It was true… it did. Like an endless ocean of unspoken words and quiet bitterness, and you didn't know how to find your way back to him.

You swallowed hard, your voice trembling. "I know. I felt it too… like we were drifting apart." Like you were caught in a current you couldn’t fight. And you're scared you won’t make it back to where you were.”

"I miss you," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "I miss us." He reached for your hand, hesitating before his fingers brushed yours, afraid of how fragile the connection had become. "I hate that I made you feel like you had to disappear. I didn’t realize how much I needed you… until you weren’t there."

Your breath hitched, tears welling in your eyes, but you blinked them away. "I just wanted to be there for you," you said, your voice breaking. "I wanted to be your safe place. But you made me feel like I was too much. Like… I was a burden."

His heart shattered at your words, the weight of his mistakes crashing down on him. "You were never too much. You were the only thing that kept me grounded. I let the pressure get to me, and I took it out on you. The one person who never gave up on me."

Tears slipped down your cheeks, silent and unstoppable. "Do you know what it’s like to feel like you’re not enough? To be told you’re too much when all you wanted to do was love someone?"

Hector's grip on your hand tightened, his own eyes glistening. "I’m sorry," he whispered, voice thick with emotion. "I’m so sorry."

For a moment, the two of you just sat there, the silence between you no longer empty, but heavy with shared pain and fragile hope. He pulled you into his arms, holding you like a lifeline, his body shaking with the weight of everything he couldn’t say.

The world around you seemed to blur as Hector cupped your face, his touch gentle but desperate, as if he was afraid you might slip away. His eyes searched yours for a moment, the unspoken words between you hanging heavy in the air. Then, he leaned in, closing the distance, his lips taking yours in a kiss that was soft yet urgent, like a silent apology and a promise all at once.

The kiss deepened, slow and lingering, his thumb brushing your cheek, tracing away the remnants of tears. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was a plea, a confession, and a quiet vow. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours, the space between you charged with fragile hope.

"I need you," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I need you more than I need anything else in this world. Please… don’t let me lose you."

You buried your face in his chest, the tears you had been holding back finally falling. "I don’t know how to go back to how we were," you admitted, your voice small.

"We’ll find a way," he promised, his voice filled with quiet desperation. "I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if I have to. Just… don’t leave me in this silence."

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, his hand gently wiping away the tears from your cheeks. There was real sincerity in his gaze, a vulnerability that mirrored your own.

"We’ll be okay," you whispered, a small, fragile smile breaking through the sadness. "It’s not going to be easy, but… I want to try."

A flicker of hope ignited in his eyes, soft and warm. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours, the silence between you now filled with something new, something healing.

Hector pulled you into a kiss again, his fingers stroking your cheek, the other finding your waist. The tears that were once fighting to spill finally dried, leaving your face dry once again.

In that moment, the broken pieces didn’t feel so sharp. The wounds were still there, but so was the promise of something better. Together, you could rebuild. Piece by piece.

You knew you couldn't ever leave him.

Hector was the love of your life.

[pellinni-photo]

mountain landscape with field and fog in the distance. spooky wonderland of ukraine. countryside scenery in autumn at sunrise. cold november

[faronmckenzie]

Sometimes, the greatest act of self-care is creating distance; in the space between, we find the clarity and strength needed to heal, grow and focus on what is truly important.

[iambrillyant]

“you can forgive someone and still want absolutely nothing to do with them. you can create distance from them with no resentment attached.”

— billy chapata

[feral-ballad]

Paruyr Sevak, from Anthology of Armenian Poetry, ed. & tr. by Diana Der Hovanessian and Marzbed Margossian; "Your unripe love"

[Text ID: “Your unripe love and my too ripe pain / were pushed together by Chance; / forced to travel side by side / by Circumstance. / And even when we sleep together, / knee to knee, / your unripe love and red-ripe want, / like the edges of the legendary sword / of chastity, / keep us two cool blades apart, / your unripe love and my too ripe heart.”]

[ed13d1]

that life is over

painting by Loïc Le Groumellec

[nobeerreviews]

It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.

-- John Burroughs

(Aarau, Switzerland)

[lesbicasentimental]

[selfhealingmoments]

[yeesiine]

There is no distance too far between souls that share a deep connection.