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

She traced a finger over her lips — slow, lost in thought. That’s how she processed guilt.

Her eyes darted toward the empty space beside her. That pause said everything.

That pause before she turned — not staged. That’s the same stillness she had the morning after I left.

There was a burnt match on the dresser. She always lit two but only used one.

The audio clipped when she laughed. She only laughed like that when she was forcing it.

There was a chip in the tile where her heel landed. Same one she cracked rushing out on our last fight.

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She said nothing, but her silence was familiar. Like a memory stuck on loop. Every detail felt intentional.

There was a photo face down on the shelf. I think it was us. Every detail felt intentional.

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

There was a half-eaten apple on the desk. She always left the core. I caught myself leaning closer.

The shelf behind her had a broken hinge. I broke it fixing her modem. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.

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