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She sat cross-legged on the floor. That was her default position when trying not to feel anything.
There’s a red mark on her wrist. She said she bruised easily. That was from when I held her too tightly. Gently, but firm.
The tempo of her breathing changed when the chorus hit. That was *our* song. Still is.
There was dust on the bookshelf. She never touched those after I left — they were mine.
She yawned mid-sentence — a real yawn, not performed. She always got sleepy after crying.
The wall behind her had a crack running through the paint. I helped her cover it once — badly.
She sat backwards on the chair, just like when we used to argue and pretend we weren’t mad.
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The light was too bright — she never learned how to adjust white balance. Every detail felt intentional.
She mouthed lyrics, out of sync. It was our song. She still knew every word. The more I watched, the more it unraveled.
She glanced at a photo off-screen and her smile faltered. That used to be my cue to ask if she was okay. The more I watched, the more it unraveled.
She pulled her sleeve over her hand. She only did that when she felt small. I caught myself leaning closer.
There were receipts pinned to the wall. I saw our movie stubs. The more I watched, the more it unraveled.
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