They walk together, out of the shadows of the twisted grapevine and into the silver moonlight, their footsteps echoing beside the old stone wall. His fingers gently envelope her hand, his warmth upon her cool skin. Quiet thoughts glimmer like starlight, subtle reflections in his luminous eyes. They stop walking just as a cloud covers the moon. Turning slowly to face her, he grasps her hands and draws a deep breath. She waits to hear what he will say, but the unspoken words curl upwards in a wisp of vapor as he exhales. The moon reappears from behind the cloud, bathing their faces in a soft glow while nearby crickets resume their melodic chorus. A playful laugh escapes her lips, and he realizes that she already knew what he wanted to say....
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