Unclaimed hearts He stood, turned away. Across the table, she gathered her bag, each motion a soft farewell. He had nothing to take. What he treasured most lay between them— like a delicate glass abandoned on the table. In his eyes, fear flickered— Would it lay unt...This is a truncated preview of the original post. Press here to view the full post. Post Comment Receive notifications Add a comment...
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