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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
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.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.