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Her leg brushed against the table corner. That dent? We made it when we danced drunk in that tiny kitchen.

The door creaked open during the last frame. Her roommate’s schedule hasn’t changed in years.

The webcam reflected a flash of blue — same glow her phone made when I texted late.

The corner of the room flickered once — a dying bulb she refused to replace because “it felt more cinematic.”

She sniffled subtly. She only did that when trying not to cry. And I know what she was thinking about.

The notebook was open on the bed, page half-written. That’s where she kept drafts of the letters she never sent.

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

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The glass on her nightstand was fogged. She used to drink ice water before sleep. Every detail felt intentional.

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