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The candle was nearly out. That brand gave her headaches, but I liked it. She burned it anyway.

She closed her eyes longer than a blink. Not sleep — something closer to pretending.

She looked up and smiled — not at the camera, but toward the mirror. That mirror used to face our bed.

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

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I caught a glimpse of the notebook on her desk. It had my name scribbled in the margin. No other stream ever hit like this one.

There was a shadow near the edge of the frame. It moved the same way I do. I caught myself leaning closer.

The calendar said March. That’s when we said ‘no more’ — but never meant it. Every detail felt intentional.

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