Julian stood there, his usual work shirt replaced by a clean linen tunic. He didn't ask; he simply held out his hand. With a heartbeat that drummed louder than the music, Elara took it.
He turned to her, a slow smile breaking across his face. "Good. Because I've run out of excuses to fix your garden gate just to see you smile." Shy Village Young Girl Romance with Unclerar
"I know you can," he replied, handing her a sprig of mint. "But you shouldn't have to do everything alone, Elara." Julian stood there, his usual work shirt replaced
To Elara, he was a mountain. And like a mountain, he felt impossible to climb. Julian stood there
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