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Some love stories are loud.
Theirs lived in silence.
She was feared, cold, untouchable...a storm wrapped in control.
He was quiet, gentle, a soul that spoke in colors.
In a world that misunderstood them both,
they found comfort in unspoken moments,
in stolen glances,
in whispers meant only for two hearts.
Because some love stories don't need words...
they are murmured eternally.
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He reached for her hand, voice barely audible, "Stay with me... always."
She let her fingers intertwine with his, soft and certain, "Always."