That night, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I knew a single talk wouldn’t erase daily struggles, but perhaps small kindnesses could help.
The next morning, I found her locker and left a simple note and a few treats inside, writing, “For the days that feel heavy. You are not alone.” Over the following week, I repeated the gesture with small items and encouraging messages. I never expected recognition or gratitude; I just wanted her to know someone cared.
Occasionally, I saw her in the hallway, still quiet but a little less withdrawn. I hoped the notes were reaching her heart in ways words sometimes cannot.
One day, when I opened her locker to leave another gift, an envelope slipped out. My name was written on the front.
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