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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
A knock at the door changed everything.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.