Widow's Moon
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They were never meant to look at each other.
Never meant to speak beyond what duty allowed.
And yet-they did.
Their love did not bloom in daylight. It grew in glances. In footsteps that echoed too closely. In words left unsaid because speaking them out loud would shatter everything.
It is not a loud kind of love. It doesn't demand or beg.
It simply exists-soft, patient, aching.
A love that asks for nothing, yet gives everything.
A love that dares to exist even when no one is watching.
A love that was never allowed to begin... and yet somehow, never ended.
Because even in a world that told them you cannot, their hearts whispered, *but we already did.
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Will they end up together??
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