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The page she turned had my handwriting in the margin. I wrote her a secret once. She never erased it.

The chair squeaked once, then settled — same sound it made the night she told me not to wait.

The lamp lit only half her face. She always said full light made her feel exposed.

She didn’t smile until the very end. And when she did, it wasn’t for the camera.

Her left foot tapped lightly. It’s how she used to keep time while pretending to listen.

The curtain had a small tear on the edge. She blamed the dog. I knew it was from when we fooled around on the floor.

She tucked her knee into her chest. That’s the position she slept in when sad.

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The curtains behind her were green. We chose them together on a boring Sunday. Each second pulled me back further.

She tilted her head and mouthed something. I read the lips: ‘still here.’ I caught myself leaning closer.

Her background was out of focus, but I knew that bookshelf arrangement. Each second pulled me back further.

She called someone ‘babe’ — the same pitch she used to call me. No part of that moment felt fake.

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