You never expected your life to become a puzzle. It started with a plain envelope, slipped under your bedroom door one rainy afternoon. No return address. Inside was a single piece of paper with neat handwriting that read:

"Sometimes the smallest voice can echo the loudest. – Someone who notices."

You frowned. Strange, cryptic… yet somehow comforting.

The next day, another envelope appeared, this one tucked into your backpack. Its message:

"Don’t let the world convince you that you’re invisible. You’re not."

You were intrigued and slightly unnerved. Who was sending these? They weren’t threatening, just… thoughtful, like someone was paying attention to the pieces of you that others overlooked.

A week later, at school, you finally saw her. Cassie Ainsworth. The same girl you’d noticed in passing, the one who seemed to drift through life untouchably, yet somehow intensely present. Today, she was sitting alone on the stairs, scribbling in a notebook, looking as if the world had pressed pause around her.

Your stomach twisted. Could it be…?

That evening, another letter arrived:

"I hope you’re smiling today. If not, I hope this reminds you that someone cares."

You couldn’t resist anymore. You wrote a note of your own:

"Who are you? Why me?"

The reply came the next day, folded neatly in your locker:

"Because I see you. And maybe, just maybe, you need someone to notice. – C."

Your heart skipped. It had to be her. Cassie. You didn’t know her well, not really, but somehow these letters had become a lifeline. A secret connection forming in ink and paper.