Royalty in our dreams

Royalty in our dreams

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Story about two teenagers who promised themselves to stay with each other in every situation, following their passion, making it their strength. One flutters in air, melancholic, melody hums in his voice, another's fist hit the guts of the opponent, blood, scar resonates in his passion. They promises every day to grow older and make themselves stable and the end of the day they find each other in each other's arms.
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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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