When Light Loved Dark
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Last published Mon, Mar 17, 2025
Not every love story is written in warmth; some are carved in contrasts. When light met darkness, it wasn't to erase it, but to embrace it. But love... love isn't always meant to last.
My first story-more like this will follow. Stay tuned for untold tales of love, longing, and everything in between. 💫
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