Under the stars...
She stood on the edge of the balcony, her eyes passed through the night curtains and fell on his figure quietly. He was sitting on a bench under the old locust tree, his back lonely but firm, as if he was having a silent dialogue with the stars.
But the shadow's whisper, like the whisper of the night, crossed the distance of seven years and quietly built a bridge between the two souls. Her heart trembled at this sudden intimacy, as if years of longing had finally found an outlet for release.
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