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The days after the assembly felt unreal.

Maya kept expecting things to go back to the way they were—to whispers behind her back, to eyes quickly looking away, to the quiet loneliness she had learned to live with.

But Oakridge High had changed.

Students who had never spoken to her before now smiled in the hallways. Some even apologized. The freshman who recorded the video became an unexpected ally, walking beside her between classes like a silent shield.

Still, attention felt heavy.

Maya sat alone at lunch, staring at her tray when Ethan approached. He hesitated for a second, as if unsure whether he still had the right to sit across from her.

“Can I?” he asked.

Maya nodded.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

“I should’ve known,” Ethan finally said, his voice tight. “Lucas… he never talked about rehab. Not really. I thought he was just trying to protect me.”

Maya looked up. “He was protecting you. And himself.”

Ethan swallowed hard. “He wrote about you.”

Maya blinked. “What?”

Ethan reached into his backpack and pulled out a worn notebook. “I found this after everything. It’s his journal.”

He slid it across the table.

Maya hesitated before opening it.

Inside were pages filled with uneven handwriting—raw, honest, and painfully alive.

And there, between stories of pain and fear, were lines about her.

There’s this girl here. She lost part of her leg, but somehow she’s stronger than anyone I’ve ever met. She doesn’t pretend everything is okay. She says it hurts—and somehow that makes it easier for me to admit it too.

Maya’s vision blurred.

“I didn’t save him,” she whispered. “We just… sat together.”

Ethan shook his head. “That’s exactly what he needed.”