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There was an unplugged lamp next to her. We broke the bulb. It never got replaced.

The book in the background? That was mine. I left it there after our last fight. Still unopened. Still untouched.

She paused mid-laugh. That kind of pause came only when she remembered something painful mid-joy.

The light caught her eyes mid-blink. She always looked away when something hit too real.

The blinds were crooked. She always left them like that so she could catch the sunrise without fully waking.

She lingered by the window a second too long. That’s where we used to smoke and whisper dumb promises.

That breath she took — sharp, then long. Same one she used to take before saying something hard.

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She kept brushing her thumb along her collarbone — tracing something long gone. It wasn’t just familiar — it was intimate.

The chipped nail polish? I remember painting those nails once. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.

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 read something aloud, and I recognized my own handwriting on the paper. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.

The drawer had a charm bracelet poking out. I got that in Barcelona for her. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.

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