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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.