Behind Closed Doors.
Kat sat across from me, her hands fiddling with the hem of her sweater, her lips pressed tightly together as if she was trying to hold back the words.
I watched her, my heart aching for the woman who had once been so carefree. Lately, she’d become a shadow of herself, always second-guessing, always waiting. Her life had stalled while everyone else seemed to be moving forward. She was stuck, and I could feel it in the way she spoke.
"You definitely sounded like Luna ," Kat said, her voice soft but firm, pulling me out of my thoughts. I waved a hand dismissively, a bit embarrassed by the attention.
She continued, her gaze distant, "I know it's important, but it's hard watching everyone else move forward while you're stuck in the same place."
Bee, sitting next to
