All Chapters of Three Loves & Everything Between : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

By the time freshman year started, me and Noah were barely talking.There was no fight, no ending, no real moment where we said goodbye. It was just one of those slow fades that happen when two people were never officially anything to begin with. We had spent the summer talking about high school like it was going to be this big new world—messaging late at night, imagining new classes, new people, new versions of ourselves. Sometimes, I think we were both a little curious about what it might be like to see each other in the hallways as freshmen, older somehow, different somehow.But what I felt for Noah wasn’t love.It was soft and light—hidden feelings tucked inside a friendship we never named. Something gentle. Something innocent. Something that never had the chance to grow into anything real. And because we never promised each other anything, I didn’t feel guilty when our messages became further apart.Life just… moved on.Freshman year was bigger and louder than I expected. Everyon

The thing about losing someone you love at sixteen is that it doesn’t feel like losing a boyfriend.It feels like losing a whole future you built in your head without even realizing it. Every day, every memory, every plan feels tied to them somehow. He wasn't just someone I liked; he was the future I mistook for safety.We were at the park the day the first shadow touched our story. The late afternoon sun warmed the rough concrete of the picnic table, scarred with decades of old initials. Kids shrieked in the distance; a basketball clanged against the metal hoop.Kaden sat across from me, quietly twisting a piece of grass between his fingers. He had been unusually subdued.Then a boy passed by wearing brand-new Beats headphones, the kind everyone wanted. Kaden watched him with a little grin, almost too casual.“I should take ’em,” he murmured.I laughed, a dismissive sound. “Boy, stop.”But he wasn't joking. It wasn't a threat of violence, just a raw, unthinking possibility he had spo

Time didn’t heal everything, but it performed the necessary triage.The sharp grief that once felt like a constant physical ailment had finally settled into a constant, low thrum—something I could carry without wincing. The memories of us shifted from something I instinctively avoided touching to something I could hold carefully, acknowledge, and set back down. The ghost of his name stopped feeling like a bruise on my tongue. The anger thinned. The sadness loosened.I wasn’t brand new. I wasn’t untouched. But I was finally, truly standing on my own feet. The girl staring back in the mirror wasn’t the one holding herself together by threads; she was someone standing on her own foundation. Wiser, definitely. A little scarred, but fundamentally present.It was in that delicate in-between place—no longer defined by the storm, but not yet acclimated to the sun—that life decided to circle back. I had achieved a level of emotional quiet, and suddenly, I was finally capable of noticing the po

In the beginning, being with Raymond felt simple—softer than anything I’d known, easier than anything I expected. It was the direct payoff of the risk I’d taken in the previous chapter, the self-validation that lowering my guard was worth the gamble. After the quiet steadiness of junior year, after the meticulous, agonizing way I’d rebuilt myself piece by tiny piece, his consistent presence didn't just enter my life; it slipped into the very foundation I had just laid, feeling like something I had finally earned and could truly, deeply trust.And for a couple of months, I did. I granted myself permission to relax.The first couple of months were good—good in a way that made me exhale, made the chronic, tight tension in my shoulders finally dissolve. He was calm, funny, and warm in all the right places. He carried himself with the weight of someone who had lived more life than the boys my age—not in an intimidating way, but in a way that felt inherently grounded and secure. He spoke of