Whispers Across the Moon
She gazed up at the clear blue sky, where birds soared freely amidst the billowing white clouds, and suddenly confided in me, "Kathryn, in my next life, I'd like to be a little bird, forever unrestrained and carefree."
I understood that despite Linda's seemingly cheerful demeanor, true happiness eluded her. Our classmates often gossiped about her mother, who had been a mistress and had passed away long ago.
I embraced her gently and reassured, "Then I'll be a sturdy oak tree, and whenever you feel weary, you can rest on my broad branches."
Her eyes remained fixed on me, a fleeting emotion passing through them. Finally, she beamed and declared, "Kathryn, you're my best friend.”
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