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‘We were almost there.’
The steady clicking of her red heels against the wooden floorboards shattered the silence. She stood by the grand piano, her dainty fingers delicately traced along the edges of the white keys. A small smile graced her luscious lips as she pressed down on one of the keys with uncertainty. She hasn’t played for years
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This ;_____; STOP WRITING SO BEAUTIFULLY WILL YOU. I'm glad you wrote it, it's good. But... ;_______; /hugs. Stop writing such sad shots, I'M READING THIS AT FREAKIN 12AM. GOD I NEED TO SLEEP. Update me soon of your fics. This one is just so... bittersweet, if I can use that word ;_______;
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I like this sentence, it makes a lot of sense and wraps up this one shot nicely.
It does hurt more keeping it in than letting it out.
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