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Dance Dream

LETTURE 107
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Tempo 18m

LETTURE 107
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Parti 2
Tempo 18m

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Their breathing remained heavy and ragged from their heated argument, which had ceased mere seconds ago. His piercing hazel eyes locked on to her's. There was a moment in which the world seemed perfectly still, neither of them could tear their gaze away from the other. Just a single moment of absolute stillness, then with fierce determination in one swift movement the space between them ceased to exist.Tutti i diritti riservati

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Between Glances

She sees him every day, and each time, her heart races a little faster, hoping for something more than the casual, fleeting glances they exchange. He's charming, quiet, and always so close-within arm's reach, yet always just out of her grasp. Their interactions are brief, often accompanied by a charged silence that neither dares to break. There's an unspoken tension between them, a magnetic pull that neither seems able to resist, but something always keeps them from stepping past that delicate line between familiarity and desire. Whether it's the weight of their unacknowledged feelings or the fear of disrupting the fragile balance they've created, they remain suspended in a world of what-ifs. As their glances linger longer and the silence stretches between them, the question remains: will they find the courage to close the distance, or will they continue dancing around their feelings, too afraid to leap into the unknown?