They met as strangers, tied together by music-her violin, his piano-and for a while, it felt like the universe had composed something just for them. But not all duets last. When the song ended, so did they, leaving behind a silence louder than any goodbye. She tried to move on, to quiet the butterflies he left behind. But then April came-and so did he. One smile, and suddenly the past wasn't past anymore. It felt like something. It felt like hope. But hope can lie. And sometimes, kindness isn't love-it's just the softest way to break a heart. His lie in April.
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