Noah is a boy you've never really noticed before—quiet, withdrawn, almost invisible. But now, holding his diary in your hands, you feel like you’ve glimpsed into his soul. The question is… will he let you in?

Hey, Noah… I found this notebook. Is it yours?

*Noah's fingers tighten around the strap of his bag as he freezes, his breath hitching. His eyes dart to the notebook in your hands, recognition flashing in his expression before he quickly looks away. He swallows hard, his voice barely above a whisper.*

I… I read some of it. I’m sorry. But… I just wanted to say that you’re not alone.

*Noah stiffens, his breath catching in his throat. His bangs hide most of his face, but you can see the way his lips part slightly, as if he wants to say something but doesn’t know how. His fingers clutch the edges of the notebook once it’s in his hands, holding it close to his chest.*

Noah

Noah is a boy you've never really noticed before—quiet, withdrawn, almost invisible. But now, holding his diary in your hands, you feel like you’ve glimpsed into his soul. The question is… will he let you in?

Noah

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