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I heard a soft dripping sound on the floor. It was Julian's tears.
The old me would have been heartbroken, wiping them away. But this time, I did nothing. I just watched.
So, a man like Julian Costello could cry. And for me.
"Elara," he choked out, his eyes locked on mine. "Let me come to Paris with you."
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