Bound By A Night

Bound By A Night

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~She stepped out looking for a distraction, never imagining one night could change everything. He was supposed to be a stranger, a fleeting spark in a world gone dim. But that night left her with more than memories-it left her with a piece of him, and a chance to rewrite her story. When he reappears, love and forgiveness might be the very things she didn't know she was searching for. ~ It was a night like any other-him, drinking his thoughts away, searching for his next temporary fix. Another face, another body to help him forget. But then he saw her. Something about her was different-unsettling, familiar, real. For the first time in a long while, he hesitated. Was it the alcohol clouding his thoughts, or something deeper he didn't want to name? He couldn't tell. Would he see her again? Maybe. Did he even care? He wasn't sure anymore.
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