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The corner of the bed had a rip. I tore it the night I left, yanking my backpack too hard.

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I saw the streetlight flicker — same one outside my old bedroom window. Not staged. Not fake. It was her, and it was real.

That wasn’t a filter — the dim yellow tone came from the faulty bulb we never replaced. It flickered the same way.

The back of her hand had a red line. She always scratched there when stressed.

She reached for her glass but pulled back. Maybe thirst. Maybe hesitation.

There was a drop of water on her shoulder. Either from a leak or a cry. I’ve seen both.

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She hummed a tune between breaths — same lullaby I used to sing. No part of that moment felt fake.

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