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The cold Bethlehem night hummed with frustrated murmurs. Inns overflowed, their doors shut against the weary. Mary, heavy with child, leaned against Joseph, her breath coming in ragged gasps as another innkeeper shook his head apologetically. "No room, good people. Not a single corner". Across the crowded square, another figure knew that same crushing disappointment. He was a man of striking contrast: black hair was placed above a face etched with travel, and eyes the startling colour of indigo seemed to absorb the dim lantern light, reflecting a deep weariness. He was not old, but his shoulders slumped with the weight of countless rejections. "Nothing, sir", a voice boomed from a doorway he'd just approached. "Try the next street, maybe, but I doubt it". He'd heard it a dozen times tonight. His dark features, perhaps his silent intensity, seemed to put people off even more readily than the general lack of space. He wasn't belligerent, mere...
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Cherry Blossoms and the White Duvet


The cherry blossom trees were in full bloom, their delicate pink petals falling gently to the ground with every breath of wind. The princess waited patiently beneath their boughs, her long hair cascading over her shoulders and blending seamlessly with the blossoms. She had been waiting for hours, hoping for a glimpse of her love, the prince who had promised to meet her here.



She remembered the first time he had brought her to this spot, under the cherry blossom trees. It had been a cool evening, and they had sat side by side on a bench, watching as the petals fell like snow around them. He had whispered sweet words into her ear, and she had believed that they would always be together.



But now, as she waited and the petals continued to fall, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread creeping into her heart. The prince had been gone for weeks, called away on important business by his father, the king. He had promised to return to her as soon as he could, but each passing day only added to her uncertainty and worry.



Meanwhile, in a room filled with sunlight, a young woman with fiery red hair lay on her white duvet, staring up at the ceiling. She had been waiting for what felt like an eternity, her heart heavy with longing and disappointment. Her lover, a handsome musician, had left her behind without explanation, and she was left to wonder if he had ever really loved her at all.






She had been so sure of their love, so confident that they would overcome any obstacle together. But now, as she lay alone in the quiet room, she couldn't help but feel foolish and naive. She had given him her heart, and he had left it shattered in his wake.





Both women waited in their own way, beneath their own cherry blossom trees, for the men who held their hearts. But as the petals continued to fall and the hours passed, they couldn't help but wonder if they were waiting in vain.

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