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Tangled Hearts
Category: Romance
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.