I’m Will, a college dropout trading a prescribed path for the honesty of a blank page. I write because it’s the only place my thoughts finally make sense, especially the ones about Anna. She’s a blur of blonde hair, horror movies, and baseball, a girl who glows when she talks about the things she loves, even if she doesn’t love me back. This is my attempt to turn that quiet, background ache into something structured and real. I don’t know where the story ends, but I’m finally writing the sentences myself.