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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.