PROLOGUE

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He waits alone beneath the trees,

Where whispers drift on a quiet breeze.

He felt an embrace but through the air

A voice calls his name

The sound he missed so dear


Night after night, he feels her near,

A presence wrapped in love and fear.

For in his eyes, only he can see

The unsaid vows, and shattered dreams


So tell me now, for whom we mourn:

Can love survive when souls are torn?





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note: the prologue was made by my groupmate bcs i don't actually know what to put in the prologue so i requested her to just make a poetry about the story lol

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