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"Look, a robin redbreast..." She looked in the direction her friend pointed, seeing the small, delicate bird just a few steps away from where they were sitting. Cute, Luna thought. The colour of the bird's chest contrasted with the rest of its body. The other nudged Luna lightly before speaking. "My grandmother says he burned his chest in the fires of purgatory when he was delivering water to tormented souls." The two looked at each other and laughed, as they were just talking about how tough the end of college was and how they were looking forward to graduation. Perhaps the little one had sensed those two tormented souls.

The topic of conversation changed, the little bird flew away, but Luna was still smiling as she thought about it and that story. Thinking about another Robin.

A silly and even cuter creature, the sweetest Luna knew and for whom she had a lot of affection. She already knew what she would give Robin for her birthday, which had passed, a red wool jumper. It was impossible not to think that she also brought her water in the midst of her torment. In the form of laughter, crazy plans, and silly ideas that made her forget her problems and disappointments. Although she had no trouble saying what she thought, Luna didn't know if Robin had any idea how much those moments and her friendship meant to her.

Life was a lot easier because she was around.

Later, she sent a text message to her friend.

Hey, I miss you, little bird. Come back soon, your birthday present is here waiting for you.