🌧️ Episode 1: The Girl Who Trusted Too Much

Setting:A girl with sadness on her face Yorkshire, England — A quiet rainy afternoon, the town cloaked in soft grey clouds.

Episode 1:

She walked alone again. That made it the fourth time this week.

Emily Carter, just sixteen, wrapped her thin grey coat tighter around herself as the wind swept through the narrow streets of Yorkshire. Rain tapped gently on her umbrella, but she hardly noticed. She was used to the cold now — not just of the weather, but of people.

Her boots splashed through shallow puddles, leaving little ripples — almost like the ones in her heart, where trust had once lived.

Emily was the kind of girl who smiled at strangers, helped stray cats find shelter, and remembered birthdays no one else did. But life, in return, hadn’t been half as kind.

At school, she was the quiet one. Not because she didn’t want to talk, but because every time she opened her heart, someone slammed it shut.

Her so-called best friend, Mia, had spread rumors last semester. Her crush had laughed when he found out she liked him. Even her stepmother barely acknowledged her presence at home.

Still, Emily didn’t let the world turn her bitter.

Today, though… it was harder.

She had waited outside in the rain for an hour, hoping her father would remember to pick her up from the library. He didn’t.

When she finally reached home, drenched and shivering, her stepmother glanced at her once — just once — before turning back to her wine glass.

“You’re dripping on the floor,” she said coldly.

Emily didn’t answer. She just walked to her room, sat at the edge of her bed, and finally let the tears fall.

Her room was the only place she felt real. Posters of constellations covered her walls. A worn-out teddy bear sat on her desk. The scent of lavender still lingered on her pillow — from the sachets her real mom used to make before cancer took her away.

Emily curled up, blanket to her chin, eyes staring at the rain tracing lines down her windowpane.

"I just want someone who sees me," she whispered to the empty air. "Really sees me… not just passes through me like I don’t exist."

And that’s when something strange happened.

A message pinged on her phone.

Unknown Number: “Hey… I think I just saw you at the library today. You looked… sad. Are you okay?”

Her heart skipped a beat.

Who…?

She checked again. No name. Just a number.

Emily didn’t reply. Not yet. But for the first time in days, she felt something different.

Not happiness.

Not hope.

But… a spark.

And sometimes, a spark is all it takes to burn down the darkness.

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The message haunted her.

Emily stared at her phone screen long after the screen had dimmed, her fingers hovering above the keypad, unsure.

> “Hey… I think I just saw you at the library today. You looked… sad. Are you okay?”

– Unknown Number

Her first instinct was caution. Her second… was curiosity.

Because no one ever asked her that. Are you okay?

Three words that felt like warmth in a frozen room.

She locked her phone and tossed it aside. She wouldn’t reply. Of course not.

…But twenty minutes later, she was still staring at the ceiling, imagining who it could be. Maybe someone from school? But everyone there either ignored her or used her softness as a game.

Still, something about the message didn’t feel mocking. It felt… real.

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The next morning, Yorkshire was blanketed in fog. A light drizzle tapped against the windows of the school bus as Emily sat alone by the window, tracing invisible shapes on the glass.

A group of girls passed by her, laughing — none looked her way.

She didn't mind. She was used to being wallpaper in a room full of noise.

As the bus rolled through the narrow lanes, she finally pulled out her phone again.

The message was still there.

She bit her lip, heart oddly thudding, and finally replied:

> “I'm fine. Just tired. Who is this?”

She hit send — and immediately regretted it. What if it was a prank?

But five minutes later, the reply came:

> “Someone who noticed. That’s all.”

Her brows furrowed.

> “But why?” she typed.

> “Because sometimes the quietest people carry the loudest pain.”

Emily’s breath caught.

For a moment, the world outside blurred — not because of the fog, but because her eyes filled with tears.

Who was this?

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Later at school, she looked around more than usual. Faces she’d seen for years now felt unfamiliar, like one of them might secretly hold the truth.

She spotted him in the hallway.

A boy she didn’t know well — tall, with dark hair that fell messily over his forehead, a book tucked under one arm. He was leaning against a locker, earbuds in, lost in thought.

He looked up.

Their eyes met for a second — just one.

But it was enough to make her heartbeat stumble.

Then he looked away… or did he smile, just a little?

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That evening, her phone pinged again.

> “Didn’t mean to scare you. Just… I’ve seen you. You’re always helping people, even when they don’t deserve it. I guess I just thought you should know — someone sees that.”

She stared at the message. Her throat tightened.

Her fingers typed slowly:

> “Thank you. I needed to hear that more than you know.”

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She didn’t know his name.

She didn’t know why he saw her when no one else did.

But for the first time in a very long time, Emily didn’t feel invisible.

And sometimes, that’s where everything begins.

Not with fireworks.

Not with grand moments.

Just… with being seen.

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✨ End of Episode 2

Tomorrow, Episode 3 will take you closer to the mystery boy — maybe his name, maybe his past… and maybe, a moment between them that changes something inside her.

The next day began like all the others — a grey sky, the whisper of rain, and the same quiet ache in Emily’s chest. But something was different now.

She walked through the school hallways no longer completely invisible.

Someone had seen her.

Not just glanced. Seen.

And even if she didn’t know who he was… that message from last night still echoed in her head like music left playing after the song ends.

> “I’ve seen you. You’re always helping people, even when they don’t deserve it…”

Who was he?

She sat in her usual spot during English class — third row from the back, beside the window. The teacher droned on about Shakespearean tragedy, but Emily wasn’t listening. Her eyes drifted toward the window, rain leaving streaks across the glass like tears the sky refused to hide.

And then, suddenly, her phone buzzed.

A new message.

> “You like the window seat, don’t you?”

Her heart jolted. She glanced up quickly. Who was watching her?

Another message came instantly:

> “Don’t worry. I’m not a stalker. Just… observant.”

She swallowed hard, fingers trembling slightly as she typed:

> “You sit in this class?”

The reply took only five seconds.

> “Two rows behind. You never noticed.”

Her breath hitched. Slowly, nervously, she turned her head — just enough to peek back.

And there he was.

The same boy from the hallway. Messy dark hair. Dressed in black. A quiet intensity in his eyes as he looked straight ahead like nothing had happened.

Her pulse quickened.

How long had he been noticing her?

Why?

She texted again:

> “Why are you doing this?”

He replied instantly:

> “Because I remember what it’s like to feel like no one cares. I thought maybe… you do too.”

Emily didn’t know what to say. No one had ever put it into words before. Not like that.

The bell rang — pulling her from the moment. Students flooded the hallway, voices rising, lockers slamming. She packed up slowly, unsure of whether to turn around and say something… or just walk out.

But before she could decide, she felt a soft tap on her shoulder.

She turned.

He was standing there — not smiling, not nervous. Just real.

Up close, he looked even calmer than she’d imagined. Like someone who had been through storms and come out quietly changed.

“Hi,” he said.

His voice was low, soft — like velvet wrapped in rain.

She opened her mouth, but no words came.

“I’m Liam, by the way,” he added, slipping his hands into his jacket pockets.

She blinked. “I… I’m Emily.”

“I know,” he said. Then gave her a small, almost shy smile. “It’s nice to finally say it out loud.”

She felt something shift inside her. A weight lifting — slowly, carefully.

And just like that, the world felt… lighter.

That night, she lay in bed replaying the moment.

Liam.

Now he had a name.

A voice.

A place in her story.

And for the first time in what felt like forever…

Emily fell asleep with a smile.

✨ End of Episode 3

Tomorrow in Episode 4, Emily and Liam’s connection will grow — but secrets will begin to surface too. What is Liam hiding behind that calm exterior? And what happens when someone from Emily’s past return?