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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.