There were whispers in the woods.
She only heard them in the woods.
She could never make out what they were saying, but she eventually accepted that it wasn't meant for her to hear.
In the beginning, she tried to decipher what they were saying. Listening for a word or a phrase that she knew.
Nothing. Only silence.
The whispers always stopped when she tried to understand them.
They must've realized that she was listening. They probably thought she was rude for eavesdropping.
She didn't want them to think she was rude. She wanted them to like her.
She wanted them to be her friends.
And perhaps, they were her friends, in some, strange way that only she understood.
There were whispers in the woods, and they belonged to Zelda Spellman.
