When We Were Almost

When We Were Almost

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Sarah Delgado never meant to fall for Alvin Reyes. He was her senior by one year, two seats away in art class, and miles away in the world he carried behind his eyes. She didn't know what it was about him maybe the way he wrote in the margins of his notebook like his heart bled in ink, or the silence he wore like armor but she knew she wanted to know him. Alvin wasn't looking for love. He wasn't looking for anything, really just a way to get through the days without falling apart. But Sarah had a way of noticing him, the real him, beneath everything he tried to hide. And maybe that was the beginning of everything and of the slow undoing that followed. When We Were Almost is a story of first love, quiet battles, written from both Sarah's and Alvin's pov. The spaces between words left unsaid..... Don't forget to vote and comment on each chapter... let's navigate ©2025 Ameedah🙂💕
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Some stories begin with a kiss. Ours began with a handshake and silence. He wasn't supposed to mean anything-just a classmate, a stranger, a passing name. But somehow, he became the boy who made me feel everything. The one I texted when I didn't know what to say. The one I looked for in crowded rooms without meaning to. The one who sat beside me once on a bus...and never really left. This isn't a perfect love story. There were no grand gestures, no dramatic declarations, and no promises. Just two people, slowly breaking and becoming, in a world that never stopped moving. He wasn't mine. But he felt like home.

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