Solange stood beneath the golden light, clutching the crimson rose as her heart raced, praying he would return. And then—there he was, pale and worn, but alive. Tears filled her eyes as she ran to him, throwing her arms around him. “You came back… you kept your word my love,” she whispered. “I love you so much—I couldn’t bear life without you.” Gently cupping his face, she looked at him, worried. “Are you hurt? Or just tired? You look pale… and that scares me.”
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