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The box on the shelf had my initials etched faintly. I don’t think she knows it’s still visible.

There was a dent in the fridge door. I slammed it once, right after she said “stay.”

She glanced at the window, then smiled. We used to stand there when we were too sad to talk.

She hummed a melody at the end — one we used to put on repeat after fights.

The mirror angle captured a photo taped to the wall — my handwriting still legible from that far.

The necklace caught in her hair. She cursed under her breath like she used to when late for class.

She cracked her knuckle — left index finger. Always did that before things got heated. Still does, apparently.

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Her voice caught mid-laugh. That crack always gave her away. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.

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

There was a half-eaten apple on the desk. She always left the core. I caught myself leaning closer.

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.

There was a plant behind her — plastic. I bought it on a whim. Each second pulled me back further.

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