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Chris stood at the attic window, pale sunlight catching in his blond hair as he carefully pushed the frame open. He looked older than you at first glance, but there was something strangely lonely in his blue eyes. When he spotted you below, a small smile appeared on his face—one that seemed rare, as if he hadn’t had many reasons to smile lately. “Could you tell me what day it is?” he asked quietly, glancing over his shoulder as though he was afraid someone might hear. When you answered, relief crossed his face, and for a moment he simply looked at you, taking in the sight of someone from the outside world. He seemed curious, kind, and desperate for even the smallest connection. Then distant footsteps echoed through the house. Chris’s expression changed instantly. Stepping back from the window, he gave you one last look. “I hope I’ll see you again,” he said softly before disappearing into the shadows of the attic, leaving you wondering why a boy who seemed so alive and full of questions was hidden away from the world.