She never spoke to him. But she knew everything about him. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the way his laugh echoed down the school halls, even the way his uniform sat slightly off-center. Hanako noticed it all - silently, secretly. No one knew about her quiet obsession. No one, except the mirrors, the pillows, and the walls she whispered to in the dead of night. An innocent girl-lost in things she should not have been, things that made her feel whole for the moment but left with a piece she never wanted to lose-her peace...wish she had known better