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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.