He sternly but softly said, "Avoid wearing a white dress and refrain from letting your hair down. And please, never use that pink lipstick. It's important," his deep voice sent shivers down her spine. This wasn't how she typically reacted to authority.
She met his warm brown gaze, summoning her courage, and asked, "Why those specific rules?" He smirked at her flushed cheeks, tilting his head slightly. She instinctively stepped back, inadvertently leaning against the wall.
"I can't help but be drawn to you," he confessed as the train whisked away, taking Clara with it, leaving her stunned. Did he just propose?
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Recalling the photo frame, a single tear traced her cheek. Could she truly erase their memories and move on?
Alex now wished he hadn't fallen for her, but the thought lingered, haunting him. Would forgetting her be as effortless as he wished?
Together under the starlit sky, they silently wished to forget, each heart heavy with unspoken desires.
