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The paper taped to the wall fluttered. It was a list of goals. One of them had my name on it.

The pillow had a burn mark. Not from candles. From that night with the wax game gone wrong.

The drawer behind her opened slightly mid-scene. That’s where I kept letters she never read.

There was a photo strip tucked into the lamp base. From the boardwalk booth. Still faded.

There was a faint laugh track playing in another room. She always used that sitcom to drown out her own silence.

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There was a mirror behind her, covered. She used to say she couldn’t watch herself feel too much.

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She glanced down when she said ‘honest.’ That used to mean a lie. I caught myself leaning closer.

A train passed in the background. Same 9:20 freight that shook our window. No other stream ever hit like this one.

She drank from a chipped cup I accidentally broke once. Each second pulled me back further.

A faded bruise on her arm made me pause. Not new. Not mine. Still hit hard. It felt like the past slipped into the present.

A dog barked off-screen. The same dog that used to sleep at our feet. Each second pulled me back further.

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