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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
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.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.