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The September breeze carried sycamore leaves onto the steps of Olktol High School's old building, reminding me of the broken twilight from when I was seventeen. My name was Estelle Holt. I was twenty-six. Nine years later, I found myself once again at the doorway of Senior Class 7. My fingers brushed over the faint carvings on the desk. They were little stars I'd secretly etched, and beside them, the name "Noah" scratched out. The wind swept through the hallway, bringing the crisp chill of early autumn. Suddenly, I remembered Noah Wesley standing by the window. He wore a white shirt and had a slender silhouette, paired with a mysterious, melancholic look in his eyes. Yet whenever his gaze met mine, a gentle glow would flicker there, just for me. We were the hidden heartbeat of each other's youth, the glimmer that lit up our darkness, the ones who promised to take the SAT and head south together, chasing every mountain and sea. But later, he pushed me away with words colder than winter, and left me with a back turned so decisively, forcing me to carry a heart full of misunderstandings and resentment for nine whole years. It wasn't until I received that dust-covered diary and learned he had already passed away that I finally understood. All his indifference was hidden love meant to protect me, and every painful split was a forced farewell he couldn't control. The star would rise, then fade away. That boy, Noah, would never come back. My youth was laid to rest with him, back in that unforgettable summer.