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The lamp lit only half her face. She always said full light made her feel exposed.

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

The lighter next to her had a cracked logo. I bought it from a truck stop on our last drive together.

The door behind her creaked, slowly. It always did that when no one else was home.

Her lip curled for half a second. That expression was always involuntary.

The coffee mug had lipstick on it. She didn’t drink it. She just liked the ritual.

The bookshelf leaned slightly. I installed it wrong. She said it gave the room “personality.”

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There were three candles behind her. We used to call them the ‘reset lights.’ Each second pulled me back further.

One shot had her window open, and you could hear the bell from the deli down the street. Same one I used to work at. It felt like the past slipped into the present.

She started to laugh, then stopped. I knew that stop. It came before a sob. I caught myself leaning closer.

She reached for the necklace, the one I gave her after that fight we never resolved. I caught myself leaning closer.

There were polaroids taped above her mirror. One of them had my silhouette in the corner. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.

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