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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.