JUST BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY

She stared at her journal-the one place where her thoughts were safe, her best friend in a world that never truly listened.

Page after page, she had poured her heart out, filling the lines with unspoken words, silent heartbreak, and the kind of pain that didn't need to be loud to be real.

And now, as she wrote the final sentence, she let out a shaky breath. This was it. The last entry. The last time she'd let his name stain her pages.

She closed the book, fingers lingering on the worn-out cover. Then, without hesitation, she pushed it toward the publisher.

The end.
All because she liked a boy.