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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The end.