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There’s a timestamp freeze, and during it, her eyes flick toward the lens. Like she knew who’d be watching. Like she aimed it at me.

Her breath caught before she spoke. She always did that when she felt watched, even by memory.

There was a sticky note behind her on the wall. I recognized the handwriting. Mine.

The frame held longer than expected — long enough for her to say the name I haven’t heard in years. That shook me.

She held the camera too low — just enough to catch the tattoo I traced with my fingers that night in silence. That ink never lied.

The jacket on the chair? Mine. It still smelled like rain and cinnamon gum.

There was an unopened letter on the nightstand. I know my handwriting from any distance.

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A red smudge left behind — not by accident, but like a signature.

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There was a half-empty soda on the desk. Same brand she always stole from me. No other stream ever hit like this one.

She looked at her own reflection. Not in vanity — in doubt. Each second pulled me back further.

She glanced at a photo off-screen and her smile faltered. That used to be my cue to ask if she was okay. The more I watched, the more it unraveled.

She wrapped the cable around her fingers. I told her once it was bad for the mic — she still does it. It felt like the past slipped into the present.

Her laugh was half-forced, half-sincere. That was her flirting mask. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.

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