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ignitingasparkthathercouldighoughwordswereleftunspoken,theiretransdedthefinesofnguage.
Asdaysturoweeks,El''''smelodiesbegahemselvesintoLiam''''sprose,eaotebreathinglifeintohisstories.Iurn,Liam''''swordspaintedvividndscapeswithinEl''''smind,inspiriocreatemelodiesthatechoedthedepthsoftheirsharedemotions.
Yet,behesurface,doubtslingered,fearofvulnerabilitycastingshadowsovertheirbuddingromanspokenwordshungheavyintheair,bindingtheminadelicatedanceoflongingaation.
Itwasn''''tuntiserendipitousenterbehemoonlitskythattheirwallsbegantocrumble.Behestars,surrouhemelodyofthenight,theyfoundthecetospeakthewordstheirheartshadloosay.
Inthatmoment,amidstthesymphonyoftheirlo
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