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There was a nail on the wall with no picture. It used to hold our map.
The music was too loud for her voice. She always drowned it on purpose when she didn’t believe her own words.
The corner of the frame had fingerprints. She held it while crying once. Never wiped them off.
She paused when the song skipped. I saw it in her eyes — that glitch meant more than nostalgia.
There was a picture stuck behind the mirror’s edge. Half-visible. We took it on our last road trip.
She looked up and smiled — not at the camera, but toward the mirror. That mirror used to face our bed.
Her voice dropped half a tone when she said “it’s fine.” It never meant fine.
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Her hoodie was inside out. She used to wear it that way when hungover. Every detail felt intentional.
Her lips moved out of sync — maybe from nerves, or maybe memory. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.
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