"What are you thinking so deep about?"
Zahra's voice was soft, almost hesitant as she leaned toward her friend.
Her deep purple eyes studied Elizabeth's face.
Most people wouldn't have noticed the tiny change that crept over her expression, the slight furrow of her brow, the way her lips pressed together.
But Zahra could tell. After spending almost a year with her, she could read Elizabeth better than anyone.
Elizabeth, seated beside her at the library table, looked up briefly. A small smile touched her lips.
"Nothing… just tired."
Zahra narrowed her eyes playfully, tilting her head.
"Oh, come on. I can tell you are worried about something."
Elizabeth's eyes flickered for a moment, then went quiet.
"..."
That silence stretched. Elizabeth wasn't the type to share what weighed on her heart.
She was very private and reserved person, careful about the walls she built around herself.
