Lyrah's vision was blurry with tears, her puffy cheeks red, and her heart beating crazily at being separated from her mother when she first saw Mahtab. The girl was sitting quietly in a class full of kids–most of them crying but some rare ones already playing with their new friends. As Lyrah's tiny feet crossed the unknown threshold, the girl in the pink frock looked up. Her own face showed telltale signs of a recent crying fit, her face as pink as her dress, but when her eyes met Lyrah's, she smiled. Then, shyly, she waved.
Wiping away her tears, Lyrah waved back.
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Dear Friend
General FictionLyrah and Mahtab have been inseparable since childhood. Until one day... they're not.
