Signed by no one || Louis || LNGSHOT

In the quiet spaces between classes and matches, my words found their way into his locker-anonymous letters meant to comfort, to cheer, to care in ways I couldn't out loud. He never knew who I was, only that someone was always there for him.

This is a story about unspoken feelings, quiet love, and how sometimes the hardest part isn't loving someone-it's finding the courage to be seen.