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She closed her eyes at the end. Not for effect. She always did that after saying something true.

Her lipstick smudged slightly. That only happened when she bit her lip from nerves.

She wrapped her hair into a knot. Same motion she made when she was about to cry but didn’t want to.

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There was a bandage on her ankle. From skating. I taught her — and she fell often.

The pillowcase had my initials. Not embroidered — written with Sharpie during a night of wine and no electricity.

She looked down at her wrist. That’s where my name used to be in pen. Temporary tattoos from memories.

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She cracked her knuckles before reading a comment. That always made her feel powerful. Every detail felt intentional.

She mouthed lyrics, out of sync. It was our song. She still knew every word. The more I watched, the more it unraveled.

There were soundscapes playing. Same ones we used to listen to for sleep. I caught myself leaning closer.

That candle flickering on her shelf? I lit it the last time we spoke. It felt like the past slipped into the present.

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