|| Highest Ranks: #7 Short Story, #130 Fiction, #1 Journal || Hunter Ryan finds something when hiding in the old Janitor's closet at school. Something that doesn't belong to him, and something he most definitely shouldn't touch, because that would be a complete invasion of privacy. "So why not find out? What harm could it possibly do?" ☆☆☆ By the way, just clarifying right now that this is FICTIONAL, not my diary, it's a story about a boy who finds a girl's diary [Cover credit to @weightingold!] Also, we won People's Choice in the 2016 Watty Awards, thank you so much! ❤

I saw the world in your eyes To know that we could've been so much more Than what we are right now If only We could've met each other At the right time... Until next time My love

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Noah Theodore Beckett. The rich boy across the street with a heart of gold. Piper Hope Leighton. The anything but average girl with a soul filled with adventure. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "We can't pretend like everything's fine, Piper. I'm just as good as dead. Every breath I take, brings me one step closer to death's inevitable door. I can't keep doing this. I'm dying. I could die in two minutes or two years. We have to stop pretending. We have to face reality. I should be dead already. I don't deserve to be here with you. You deserve so much better. You deserve someone that can give you forever, someone you can marry, and grow old with. All I'm doing is hurting you. You shouldn't have to deal with this. With me. But I can't help it, Piper, you make me do things and I can't stop loving you. No matter what I do. I'd rather die right now than have to go a second without you." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I always believed that books started at the beginning and inevitably, ended at the last page. That is how almost all books are. But now I see that this book, is not most books. This is the encumbered story of a dying boy. My dying boy. Noah Theodore Beckett was the kind of boy that you read about in books. The kind of boy that a girl wants to take to meet her parents and even to meet her insane family. He had a type of light around him that made everyone happy. He was loved by everyone. And he's gone. So this is the story of Noah and Piper. This is our story. Half mine and half his, exactly like my heart.

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