Azara rushed to the park, the evening air crisp and cool. She spotted Azrael on a bench, his guitar case beside him.
"What's this?" Azara asked, curiosity sparkling.
Azrael smiled.
"I used to play. Haven't in years. But today, I felt inspired."
As he strummed the strings, melodies danced through the night air.
Azara's eyes widened.
"You're incredible!"
Azrael chuckled.
"Rusty, but glad you like it."
The music wove a spell, transporting Azara to a world of beauty.
Under the moonlight, Azrael's fingers moved deftly, coaxing harmony from the guitar.
Azara swayed, entranced.
"You wrote this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Azrael nodded.
"For you."
The final notes faded, leaving an enchanted silence.
Azara's heart swelled.
"No one's ever written music for me," she said, her voice trembling.
Azrael's eyes locked onto hers.
"You deserve symphonies."
Their gazes held, the connection palpable.
Azrael's hand brushed against Azara's.
"Let's make music together," he whispered.
Azara's pulse quickened.
"Forever," she replied.
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Stroke Of Fate
RomanceFrom darkness to light, Azrael's art reflects his soul. When Azara enters his life, colors burst forth. Together, they confront the past, fight for justice, and discover the beauty of love. A story of hope, resilience, and the transformative power o...
