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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
A knock at the door changed everything.
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 morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.