I have a childhood friend that I have never known.


    I have never seen his face.


    I have never heard him speak.


    I have never even touched him.The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there.


    Despite that, I know the adorable features of his face.


    I know the softness of his voice.


    I know the warmth in his palms.


    He does not exist.


    To be more precise, he exists only in my memory. It may seem that I am talking about the deceased, but that is not the case.


    He never existed from the beginning.


    He was a boy created only by my imagination. A boy that only I could see.


    Noah was... A drawing made by me.