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The jacket she tossed on the bed still had the tear from our fight in the parking lot.

She rested her head against the closet door. I carved our initials on the inside. I doubt she erased it.

The plant pot had a cartoon sticker I gave her as a joke. Still stuck there, still faded.

Only someone from here would catch the faded poster behind her — that band never toured outside the county. I couldn’t believe it either.

There was a smudge on her cheek. Not makeup — probably ink from writing too fast.

The jacket on the floor had my initials on the tag. We swapped jackets once in spring.

She flinched when her own ringtone played. That song was ours, until it wasn’t.

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A palm meets the drywall — maybe to steady herself, maybe just because.

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I paused the frame — that’s my signature etched on the wall. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.

She drank from a bottle and wiped her mouth with her sleeve. Always the left one. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.

There was a pause in her voice like she almost said something she shouldn’t. I caught myself leaning closer.

There was a sweater on the floor. Mine. I left it when I stormed out. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.

There were no covers on the bed. She always kicked them off mid-dream. It felt like the past slipped into the present.

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