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Tangled Hearts
Category: Romance
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.