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When the lights go out in Paauilo, the ring lights come on. That glow from the window? She’s working.

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Someone in the comments asked about the ring. She didn’t answer. But I know that’s the one I slid on her finger.

There was a voice in the background — faint, male, laughing. It wasn’t me. But it used to be.

The pillow had indentations on both sides. She still sleeps on my side, apparently.

The mug in her hand had a faded cartoon on it. We bought it at a gas station during a rainstorm.

She cracked her knuckle — left index finger. Always did that before things got heated. Still does, apparently.

The sticker on her laptop had faded. I stuck it there in 2020. She never peeled it.

She looked up at the end. No line, no sound. Just a look. The kind you feel in your ribs.

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There’s a plant behind her and a wildness in her eyes. — completely unscripted and brutally honest

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There’s a knock at the door., fully embracing the spotlight from her own space She ignores it. — making authenticity the new fantasy

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The shadow under the door? Someone was walking by — her new lover maybe. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.

She scratched her ear while talking — always did that when nervous. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.

Her voice cracked when she said ‘close.’ That wasn’t acting. Every detail felt intentional.

You could hear a cat meow off-camera. We raised it together. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.

The painting was gone from her wall — the one I made in a panic during lockdown. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.

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