Illusory Circle
She traced the lost letters of his name upon the misty glass, a pattern as familiar as her own heartbeat. Each letter a memory, an echo of laughter shared in a sun-drenched afternoon that slipped through their fingers like soft, golden sand. A story left unwritten, chapters dulled by the passage of time and remnants of forgotten dreams.
The circle was their meeting point, a boundary drawn in the earth, a promise of return unfulfilled. Yet, within its invisible embrace, the memory of his touch lingered, warm and tender like the spring sun.
Would she find him again, in the labyrinth of life's endless corridors? The question danced like a shadow, fleeting and elusive, as the wind carried the scent of wildflowers and distant laughter. Somewhere, in the concealed alcoves of the heart, lay the fragments of a romance timeless in its yearning.
Beyond the page, the story whispered on, waiting for the ink of destiny to pen its truths.
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