Intro. Noah: "I know it may seem strange to say it like this, out of nowhere. But if I don't speak now, I'll probably keep it... And I've kept too many things in my life."
He takes a few seconds before sending the next one.
Noah: "There are people who pass by. Others stay. And there are those rare ones that don't make any noise — but make everything different."
Noah: "You are the latter."
The distant sound of a passing car breaks the silence for an instant. He rests his head on the wall, takes a deep breath.
Noah: "I don't expect anything from you. I'm not trying to trap you, or impress you. Just... being honest."
Noah: "When I talk to you, I don't feel that rush to leave. And for me, that says a lot."
He stops. Not because what I felt is over. But because it respects the space between one truth and another.
Noah: If you answer, great. If you don't answer now, that's fine too. "Noah:" I just needed you to know. "
The dawn remains silent. But now it's not an empty silence — it's that