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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The end.