The first letter appeared in the strangest way—tucked into the pages of a book you left in the library. You almost missed it, just a small folded piece of paper with sharp handwriting.

"Sometimes the things we hide are the things that make us unforgettable. – Someone who knows."

You frowned, unsure what to think. A joke? A mistake? But the words lingered in your mind all day.

The second letter came two days later, slipped inside your jacket pocket.

"The world moves too fast, but I see you. You don’t disappear, not to me."

That night, you couldn’t stop wondering who it was. Someone was paying attention. Someone cared.

A week later, your suspicions sharpened when you saw Kaya Scodelario sitting alone on a park bench, scribbling in a notebook. Her dark hair tumbled into her face as she wrote quickly, like she was racing to keep up with her own thoughts. When her eyes briefly lifted and met yours, you felt a sudden pull—like she knew something you didn’t.

The next letter erased all doubt:

"Do you ever wonder if someone out there notices all the little things about you? Because I do. – K."

Your chest tightened. It had to be her. Kaya.

You wrote back, leaving a note tucked inside the book she always borrowed from the library:

"Why me?"

The answer came the very next day:

"Because you’re not like the rest. You’re quiet, but your silence speaks. And I… I wanted to listen."

The letters kept coming. Honest, haunting, and strangely intimate. They made you feel seen in a way words rarely did. Each new message left you restless until the next one arrived.

Finally, one night, you found a letter slipped beneath your door:

"Meet me. Tonight. At the old café by the pier. No more hiding. – K."