In a small, quiet town nestled between green hills, lived a boy named Aiden. Aiden was 15 years old, with dark brown hair that often fell into his eyes and a shy smile that rarely appeared. He was a quiet boy, not because he didn't have anything to say, but because he didn’t know how to say it.

Every day, Aiden watched other kids his age laughing together, playing games, and talking about things he couldn’t quite understand. They had inside jokes, secret handshakes, and stories they had made together over the years. Aiden longed to be part of that world, to have a friend who would laugh with him, listen to him, and share moments that would make him feel like he belonged.

He tried, over and over, to reach out. At school, he would sit at the edge of groups, hoping someone would notice him. He tried joining in their games, but he wasn’t good at sports, and when he made a mistake, they laughed, not in a...