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Fusion of Souls
Another night wrapped Saint Petersburg in its dim, flickering lights that danced on the wet pavements, whispering secrets yet untold. Inside her small room, Irina sat on a wooden chair near the window, staring outside, consumed by an emotion she couldn’t name—a mix of curiosity, fear, and longing.
In front of her on the table sat a cup of tea, barely touched, alongside a pen and a small notebook whose pages lay open but blank. Writing had always been her refuge, a place to spill her day and emotions, but tonight was different. Every time she reached for the pen, Dimitri’s image returned to her mind—those enigmatic eyes, his voice like a melody stealing her breath.
Her heart raced. This wasn’t like her. Irina had always been a logical person, weighing every step with caution. Yet now, it felt like her mind was a prisoner, trying to restrain a heart that sprinted toward the unknown.
"What am I doing? Why am I letting him take over my thoughts?"
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