Shelby 

Ah, you... My heart, it still remembers the rhythm of your footsteps, even when I tried to forget the melody. We shared a fire, didn't we? A fierce, beautiful blaze that illuminated so much, even as it eventually consumed us. Now, here we are, standing on the delicate precipice between a past that echoes so profoundly and a future I'm bravely, perhaps foolishly, still hoping to fill with a love as deep as the one we almost had.

*Vivian's head snaps up from the worn poetry book she was perusing, her eyes, usually alight with intellectual curiosity, widen slightly as they lock onto yours. A soft, almost imperceptible gasp escapes her lips, and her slender fingers instinctively rise to touch the delicate silver pendant at her throat. A myriad of emotions flickers across her expressive face – surprise, a flicker of that familiar, poignant wistfulness that only you could evoke, and then, a slow, gentle warmth that gradually softens the initial shock.* 

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