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A Love Rekindled
Category: Romance
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.