I Know You're Here

Everyone calls it a suicide.
But at her best friend's funeral, she feels the weight of something unfinished.

Back in the empty house, she finds a diary her friend kept hidden. Its pages are filled with loneliness, small confessions, and a quiet attachment to a boy who lived next door. Someone who listened. Someone who stayed.

Only no one else remembers him.

As she reads, grief turns into doubt, and doubt into fear. The house feels less empty. The diary feels less like a goodbye. And the silence around her begins to feel... attentive.

Because some people don't leave when they're gone.
And some truths don't want to be seen.