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The blanket at the edge of the frame? My old hoodie. She always said it felt safer than a real one.
She closed the curtain halfway through. She used to say the moon made her feel watched.
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The calendar was two months behind. She stopped flipping it the day I stopped texting.
The sound glitched briefly — the same static buzz our old mic made when she leaned too close.
She sat on the floor instead of the bed. She always said it grounded her thoughts.
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She sniffed mid-sentence. Allergies? Or was it emotion leaking through? I caught myself leaning closer.
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You could hear a cat meow off-camera. We raised it together. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.
The painting was gone from her wall — the one I made in a panic during lockdown. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.
A plant on the window sill drooped. I overwatered it once. Guess she never fixed the routine. The more I watched, the more it unraveled.
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