December 1.

<p>He was never named.</p><p>He never fit in.</p><p>He never wanted to.</p><p>Born into a life that demanded perfection he only craved freedom—freedom to dream to feel to fail. But the world doesn't spare boys like him. Boys who fall in love too deeply. Who breaks quietly. Who writes instead of speaking. Who burn instead of bend.</p><p>“December 1.” is the final diary of a boy who chased life like it owed him peace. From cracked classrooms and late-night drives to drug highs lost friendships and a love that almost saved him—this is the story of a mind unraveling in slow motion. He was brilliant. He was broken. He built empires but never learned how to build himself.</p><p>Told through confessions unsent letters bleeding poems and one final goodbye—this book doesn’t give answers.</p><p>It gives you him.</p><p>This isn’t a love story. It’s what happens when love comes too late.</p><p>He left to save her from himself. And now all that remains are the pages he left behind.</p>