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He never tried to own me, That's exactly how he did :) This wasn't a situationship, It was a psychological heist! He said "hey" I answered like it was a summons! Welcome to a slow-burn spiral with no rules, no promises just two avoidants pretending they're not obsessed!

She confessed. He didn't reject her. He didn't accept her. They stayed in-between. Private jokes in public. Late-night chats. This is their story-The Almost Between Us.

Phil is gone. Dan only has the messages. -- Potentially triggering.

It's a poetry book. the book says everything

Prologue "Some People Ghost You. Some People Haunt You." There was no eye contact across a crowded metro. No slow-motion scene in a bookstore. No spark over spilt coffee and shared glances. It started how most accidental Gen Z connections do - through a f***ed-up meme page at 2:13 AM. @shayaribeforebed. The post said: "Unsent messages hit harder than breakups." Rahul didn't overthink it. Just replied: "mood." A ping. "fr 🫠" from someone called @sidhixnotyours. He clicked. No blue tick. No aesthetic feed. Just blurry zines, a few story highlights titled 'rage', 'safe', and 'not anymore'. They weren't supposed to talk. But they did. And kept doing it. One night turned into playlists, 3AM voice notes, digital soul-baring, trauma-dumps disguised as 'just venting,' screenshots shared instead of feelings confessed. She said, "Don't catch feelings." He said, "Cool. I don't do that." That was the first lie. They never had a label. Just situationships, unsaid boundaries, close stories, and missed calls that felt too loaded to return. She was never his. But somehow... she's the only one he never moved on from. And now, after a year of read receipts turned ghost towns, Rahul's back. Not for closure. But for truth. Raw, late, selfish maybe - but still honest. This is my story. Or maybe... ours.