Unspoken Words

Jason’s POV

I remember the first time I saw Skylar. It was one of the worst days of my life, a day I wish I could erase from memory. I had just received the devastating news that my grandpa had passed away. We were incredibly close, and losing him felt like losing a part of myself. Numb and disoriented, I found myself sitting on a bench in the library, tears streaming down my face as I tried to process the loss.

The library was usually a place of quiet refuge for me, but that day, it felt like the walls were closing in. I was too consumed by grief to care if anyone saw me crying. I must have looked like a mess, lost in my sorrow, when I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. I looked up through tear-blurred eyes and saw a girl sitting next to me. She couldn’t have been much younger than me, with a gentle, sympathetic expression on her face.

“Here,” she said softly, handing me a tissue.

“Thank you,” I managed to choke out, taking it from her. She didn’t ask why I was crying, which wa