She sat under the flowers, lost in thoughts. I stood still, taking in her sad eyes and brokenness. Brooklyn had been through too much, and I understood her disagreement with what I was about to do. I silently sat next to her. As I sit here, contemplating my next move, I can't help but feel a pang of guilt. What I'm about to do seems unforgivable, yet it's all for a greater purpose, isn't it? I know my friend, Brooklyn, disagrees with my decision, but she doesn't understand the gravity of the situation. Love, they say, makes us do the unimaginable, and in this case, I can't afford to let my emotions sway me.
I recall the tender moments, the shared laughter, the heartfelt conversations that have passed between us. It feels like a cruel jest to play with someone's affections, to act like the
