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What they had was just a flicker-and yet it burned.
It left a wound that callused, but never healed clean.
It still throbs-at dusk, when the wind shifts, when shadows gather like memories that never learned to leave.
In the quiet aisles of a 1942 library, fourteen-year-olds Lena and Carl Michael found each other-not through declarations, but through the shared language of books, glances, and silence. Their love was tender, unspoken, and lit by poetry, the scent of old parchment, and the soft rhythm of companionship. But just as it began to bloom, war and circumstance tore them apart.
Years passed. Lives were lived. New commitments, new families, the slow erosion of youth. And yet, something endured. Across oceans and decades, fate pulled them into a haunting pattern of near-encounters: a glimpse through a fogged train window, unopened letters returned by strangers, a quiet café missed by minutes. Again and again, they almost found each other. And almost is never enough.
(Unedited Version)
If you like the stories,
Where the Crawdads sings
The Notebook
A very long engagement.
Then this story is for you.
Prose style writing.
I just felt like writing it this way matches the theme. Love in Silence.
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