In a quaint village nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering forests, there lived a young woman named Isabelle. She possessed a heart as tender as the first light of dawn and eyes that held the depth of an endless ocean. And in the quiet corners of her soul, she harbored a love that she believed was destined to be.
Isabelle's heart belonged to a young man named Daniel, whose laughter echoed through the streets like a melody on the wind. They had been childhood friends, their bond forged in the innocence of youth and strengthened by the passage of time. But as they grew older, Isabelle began to see Daniel in a different light—a light that illuminated the depths of her soul with a warmth she had never known.
For years, Isabelle harbored her feelings in silence, afraid to speak the words that lingered on the tip of her tongue for fear of shattering the fragile harmony of their friendship. She watched from afar as Daniel pursued other loves, his heart seemingly oblivious to the love that burned like a flame in Isabelle's chest.
But fate had a way of weaving its threads through the fabric of their lives, and one fateful day, Daniel's path intersected with another's—a woman whose beauty rivaled that of a blooming rose and whose laughter danced like sunlight on a summer's day.
Isabelle's heart shattered at the sight of them together, her dreams of a future with Daniel crumbling like castles in the sand. But even as the pain threatened to consume her, she knew that she could not stand in the way of true love, no matter how much it hurt.
And so, with a heavy heart and tears streaming down her face, Isabelle watched as Daniel and his beloved walked hand in hand into the sunset, their laughter fading into the twilight like the echo of a bittersweet melody.
For Isabelle knew that if it was meant to be, she would be the one left behind, her heart forever haunted by the ghost of a love that was never meant to be. And as she stood alone in the fading light, she whispered a silent prayer for Daniel's happiness, knowing that sometimes, love meant letting go, even if it meant being left behind in the shadows of what could have been.

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Un libro al azar/A random book
FantasyA book with random short stories and some longer stories about a lot of things. You might find some random poetry in there too so don't mind that.