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She tucked her hand under her thigh. Said it helped stop her from texting me.
She wore the same nail polish color from the weekend I told her I loved her. She never wore it since — until now.
The floor creaked three times. That pattern only happens near the doorway where I used to sneak in.
The shadow behind the lamp had movement. That was the cat I gave her — still alive, still aloof.
The sound glitched briefly — the same static buzz our old mic made when she leaned too close.
She closed her eyes at the end. Not for effect. She always did that after saying something true.
The frame held longer than expected — long enough for her to say the name I haven’t heard in years. That shook me.
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Her moan rebounds off the walls — louder, hotter, realer than it started.
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She wiped her screen halfway through — I saw my name etched in dust. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.
When she said ‘baby,’ I flinched. Nobody else knew she used to call me that. It felt like the past slipped into the present.
The scarf in the corner of the frame? Mine. I never took it back. It felt like the past slipped into the present.
The wall behind her had a crack shaped like a lightning bolt. I used to run my fingers over it while we made out. No other stream ever hit like this one.
There was a glitch in the video — just enough to spot my name written on the whiteboard. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.
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