Liam had always felt like a shadow. In a city full of noise, he moved through the streets unnoticed, his hands deep in his jacket pockets, his gaze fixed on the cracks in the pavement. His classmates barely remembered his name, his teachers never called on him, and even at home, silence stretched between him and his parents like an invisible wall.

But Liam didn’t mind being invisible. It was easier that way. Easier than trying to explain the weight he carried—the loneliness that clung to him like an old, familiar coat.

One rainy afternoon, while wandering aimlessly through an empty park, he found an old wooden bench under a massive oak tree. He sat down, watching raindrops race each other down the metal armrest. That’s when he saw it—a small, stray cat, drenched and shivering, peering at him from the bushes.

For a moment, Liam hesitated. But then he took off his scarf and slowly reached out. The cat eyed him warily before inching closer, finally curling into the warmth of the fabric.

Liam let out a small laugh—his first in what felt like forever.

That night, as he carried the tiny creature home, something shifted inside him. Maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t invisible after all. Maybe, even in the smallest ways, he could matter to someone.

And for the first time in a long time, The Sad Boy didn’t feel so sad anymore.
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