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The wallpaper behind her peeled at the edges. She always said she’d fix it “next week.”
The floorboards creaked on the third step. We used to joke it was haunted.
There was an unopened letter on the nightstand. I know my handwriting from any distance.
The tea kettle whistled too early. That brand always did. She kept it out of spite.
The window let in a breeze that made the papers shift. She hated that sound — unless I was there.
She flicked her finger against the edge of the desk — three times, just like when she lied.
She turned toward the camera but her eyes focused beyond — like remembering something she couldn’t say aloud.
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She scratched the back of her neck. Used to mean ‘not okay’ without saying it. No part of that moment felt fake.
There were soundscapes playing. Same ones we used to listen to for sleep. I caught myself leaning closer.
I never told anyone, but I recognized her room. That lamp? My mom gave us the pair. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.
She didn’t look at the lens — she looked just below, like she used to when scared. No other stream ever hit like this one.
She reached for her phone with the same clumsy fingers that used to text me in bed. No part of that moment felt fake.
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