Ali_theonlyyy
Clara sat alone in a Parisian cafe, nursing a lukewarm coffee. She recalled her whirlwind romance with Antoine, an artist who called her his Muse. But his love was fickle, and red flags appeared. A postcard from Rome delivered the final blow: "Found inspiration elsewhere."
Clara tried to heal, but Antoine's ghost lingered. She'd eventually learn to love again, but the scar he left would remain, a reminder that love can hurt deeply.