The Last Enchantment of Love

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…As she began to sketch, the lines flowed from her fingertips, tentative at first, then gaining confidence. She wasn't drawing Cody, not exactly. She was drawing the feeling he evoked, the light he had once brought into her life, the enchantment that still lingered, waiting to be rediscovered. It was a drawing of possibility, of a future where the echoes of the past could become a melody, not a torment. The memory of Cody was no longer a ghost to be feared, but a beautiful, bittersweet muse, guiding her hand, and her heart, towards the dawn.