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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.