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There was a necklace tangled in her hair. I gave it to her at a gas station in Nevada.

There’s a wine bottle in the back. Same brand we toasted when we thought we’d move in together.

The phone buzzed three times. She ignored it. She only did that when she knew who it was.

The silence between her words spoke louder than her voice. That was always her style.

The photo in the frame had dust. But her side of the picture was clean. She still looks at it.

The necklace wasn’t hers. It belonged to my ex. She kept it just to provoke me.

The lights flickered slightly, like they used to during storms. She hated thunder — but not with me.

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Her leg bounced — not sexy, just restless. Just her. Each second pulled me back further.

She leaned into the mic and whispered ‘don’t go.’ She used to say that at dawn. It felt like the past slipped into the present.

She didn’t say my name. But she whispered something… and it sounded like regret. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.

That scarf? Still had the patch I stitched after it tore during our road trip. Each second pulled me back further.

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