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Jazz hummed in the smoky bar. I was lost in the music when she arrived, a slow, inevitable pull like the rising moon. Silver dress clinging like moonlight, dark hair shimmering like a moonlit sea. Her dark eyes met mine, a silent invitation. Her smile, like the moon breaking through clouds, drew me in. Up close, she was ethereal, otherworldly.
"You look lost," she whispered.
"I was. Until you arrived."
"Perhaps you're under a spell," she murmured. "The moon enchants."
We talked for hours, her words weaving magic. As the night ended, she leaned closer, but in her eyes, I saw sadness, loneliness. She was like the moon: beautiful, but distant. Moonlight could deceive.
"The night is beautiful," I said, "but I should go."
Disappointment flickered in her eyes. "Perhaps another night."
Outside, the moon seemed to smile, a reminder of the fleeting magic. I wouldn't forget her, the girl like moonlight, but some spells are best left unbroken.
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Jazz hummed in the smoky bar. I was lost in the music when she arrived, a slow, inevitable pull like the rising moon. Silver dress clinging like moonlight, dark hair shimmering like a moonlit sea. Her dark eyes met mine, a silent invitation. Her smile, like the moon breaking through clouds, drew me in. Up close, she was ethereal, otherworldly.
"You look lost," she whispered.
"I was. Until you arrived."
"Perhaps you're under a spell," she murmured. "The moon enchants."
We talked for hours, her words weaving magic. As the night ended, she leaned closer, but in her eyes, I saw sadness, loneliness. She was like the moon: beautiful, but distant. Moonlight could deceive.
"The night is beautiful," I said, "but I should go."
Disappointment flickered in her eyes. "Perhaps another night."
Outside, the moon seemed to smile, a reminder of the fleeting magic. I wouldn't forget her, the girl like moonlight, but some spells are best left unbroken.
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