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Her hoodie pocket was stuffed with tissues. She always said she never cried.

She didn’t flinch when the alarm rang. That ringtone? It was my voice saying “wake up, dummy.”

There were two glasses on the nightstand. One was mine. Still fogged from the last sip.

The charger blinked twice, paused, blinked again. Same cheap brand I always told her to replace.

She shifted positions slowly, like she didn’t want the memory to catch up.

There was an unopened letter on the nightstand. I know my handwriting from any distance.

The wall calendar behind her was two months behind. Same as her reply time to my last text.

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There was a moment of hesitation before she smiled — it was too familiar. It felt like the past slipped into the present.

She wore one earring. She always lost the left one. The more I watched, the more it unraveled.

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