

A short storyIt all started in a winter evening. The month was December and at five in the afternoon, the sun had already set. Between them there was nothing but a single word. One single word and she fell. A week later, the story repeats. But this time, there was something more, a gift and a curse, a smile. But it wasnt an ordinary smile. It was a radiant, glorious, beautiful smile. It was worthy of a prince in a fairy tale, which he was. It was the kind of smile that melts your heart and sweeps you out of your feet. And thats what it did. One smile and she was taken. The following hours were full of joy, of life and colour,A short story
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