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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.