Noah's POV
My hands trembled as I left the coffee shop. Ella's face, a whirlwind of emotions, was etched into my mind. She had listened, really listened, and I had poured my heart out in a way I never thought I could. But now, all I could do was replay the words that I had said to her. They all felt so stupid now.
As I walked back to my dorm, memories from the past began to flood my mind, pulling me back to when it all started. I was eight years old when my parents brought Liam home. He was seven, all wide-eyed and scared.
They told me he was going to be my new brother. I had always wanted a sibling, someone to share my adventures with, someone who would be my partner in crime.
For a while, things were good. We played sports together, had epic video game battles, and watched movies la
