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Stolen Glances
Category: Romance
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.