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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
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.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.