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There was a knock off camera. Her eyes widened. That wasn’t acting. That was muscle memory.

She looked up and smiled — not at the camera, but toward the mirror. That mirror used to face our bed.

She pulled her hoodie over her knees. That’s how she used to sit during late-night calls.

The wall art was crooked. We hung it like that on purpose, as a joke. She never corrected it.

The lighting was uneven. That bulb? It flickered since the night the power went out during our fight.

The corner of the bed had a rip. I tore it the night I left, yanking my backpack too hard.

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The fan buzzed overhead — same tone that used to lull us to sleep. It wasn’t just familiar — it was intimate.

She leaned into the light — same dramatic habit she used for emphasis. It felt like the past slipped into the present.

She said ‘don’t tell anyone’ — which always meant I was the only one who knew. Each second pulled me back further.

There was a shadow near the edge of the frame. It moved the same way I do. I caught myself leaning closer.

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