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Subin sighed as he walked through the school doors, his hands gripping onto the straps of his backpack. It had been a full week since he had received a neon sticky note filled with wonderful notes from you. It had made him sad, as to your notes ment everything to him, but you just didn't know. He always wanted to find you, figure out who you were. But each and everytime he tried, he failed. He tried to identify your handwriting but he just couldn't lay his finger on it.
Finally Subin reached his locker, after endless wandering through the students who were chatting about some late gossip that he didn't want to hear. Yet sometimes he peaked in on their conversation. This happened normally, it was his daily routine. He got up and got ready in the morning, ate breakfast, headed to school, scampered through the crowds of gossiping students, then read the note on his locker. Except this time there was no note. There hadn't been a note for days. A week.
The notes you sent made his day, and sometimes in the middle of the day or when school ended and he was at home, when something bad happened causing him to get mad or sad, he'd read the note you sent over and over and it made him feel better.
He had plenty of friends (he knew none of them would write the notes) but sometimes he thought he didn't need his friends, all he needed was your notes filled with hopeful quotes and just quick comments about him.
He didn't need anyone, just you and your notes.
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Sorry if this sucks. I was in a hurry cuz i'm trying to get as much updating as I can because i'm about to leave for a summer trip (schools out for summer break)
