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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.