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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The end.