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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.