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To My Beloved

To My Beloved

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Oct 6, 2020
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Fiction
Fantasy
It was one unfortunate night. The moon was gleaming across the land, giving light to the darkness A loud cry echoed althroughout the valley. A frightening sound even the bravest one would be terrified. It was followed by a cry for help, almost begging. But it was already done. Because of jelousy, betrayal and love. But what's written in the stars were different.
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There was a time when they had everything-passion, devotion, and an unspoken promise that they were unbreakable. But love, no matter how intense, was never immune to destruction. Somewhere along the way, they lost each other. It wasn't sudden. It wasn't one single moment that shattered them. It was the slow unraveling-the quiet resentments, the miscommunications, the betrayals they were too stubborn to fix. And when the final blow landed, it was devastating. Words were thrown like weapons, wounds were left open, and one of them walked away. But fate had a way of forcing people back together. Of making them face what they thought was long gone. Of testing whether what was lost could ever be found again. Now, standing on opposite sides of something neither of them could name, they were no longer the same people they used to be. Time had changed them. Pain had shaped them. But the pull between them-the one that had always existed-was still there, waiting. The question wasn't whether they could find their way back. It was whether they wanted to.

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