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

There was a single sock by the window. I left it after a night she called me over at 2 a.m.

Her lip had a tiny scar. I kissed it once in the kitchen after we argued over pasta. Still there.

Her handwriting on the whiteboard was still tilted left. She said straight letters felt “too official.”

Her left shoe squeaked. Still worn out from the park where we got caught in the rain.

She glanced left before laughing. That’s where I used to sit. It became a reflex.

She sat backwards on the chair, just like when we used to argue and pretend we weren’t mad.

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There’s a pillow between her thighs and a look that says she’s thinking of someone. in a way that feels dangerously intimate

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The sheets had the same pineapple pattern she said was ‘ugly cute.’ Every detail felt intentional.

She paused the video and exhaled. She always held her breath before tough talks. Each second pulled me back further.

There were no covers on the bed. She always kicked them off mid-dream. It felt like the past slipped into the present.

The slippers under her chair? Those were my housewarming gift. Each second pulled me back further.

There was a sticker on her phone case. I gave it to her at the fair. The more I watched, the more it unraveled.

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