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The Italian Affair
Category: Romance
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.