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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A knock at the door changed everything.
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.
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.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.