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The music was too loud for her voice. She always drowned it on purpose when she didn’t believe her own words.

Her breathing quickened when the door clicked. Even though no one walked in.

She glanced left before laughing. That’s where I used to sit. It became a reflex.

She tapped her thumb against her ring finger four times. Always four. Always when nervous.

She wrapped herself in a blanket that didn’t match the bed. It was mine, stolen the last time I left.

She folded her legs under her — the same way she did when we used to watch horror movies.

Nobody edits in a bruise like that — faint, right below her shoulder. I gave her that mark. From passion, not violence.

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When she said ‘baby,’ I flinched. Nobody else knew she used to call me that. It felt like the past slipped into the present.

She pulled a strand of hair behind her ear — same motion, same pause. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.

The camera stayed on after she thought it ended. She smiled… for real that time. The more I watched, the more it unraveled.

Her voice cracked. The same way it did when she told me goodbye. It wasn’t just familiar — it was intimate.

She started humming a melody halfway through — it was our song. Each second pulled me back further.

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