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The drawer was half open. Inside was that scarf I left by accident. She never returned it.

She paused at the end like she expected someone to say “cut.” No one did.

The hoodie was too big, sleeves dragged. That was mine. She always wore it when she felt like disappearing.

Her eyes darted toward the empty space beside her. That pause said everything.

She smirked and turned — the move she pulled when pretending she wasn’t nervous. But I always knew.

The corner of the frame had fingerprints. She held it while crying once. Never wiped them off.

The mirror behind her caught the reflection of a bracelet I gave her. She swore she lost it.

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She tucked her knee to her chest while talking — her comfort pose. No part of that moment felt fake.

She hesitated before taking off her hoodie. Modesty? Or memory? I caught myself leaning closer.

She muttered something under her breath. It sounded like the nickname she had for me. I caught myself leaning closer.

She blinked four times quickly. That was her tell. Always has been. I caught myself leaning closer.

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