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She laughed, then blinked fast — twice. She did that when nervous and trying to look cool.
There was a charger cord dangling loose — mine. I left it coiled neatly.
She turned her wrist three times before adjusting her top. I taught her that trick for nerves.
The crack in the ceiling? We laughed about it once. It looked like a heart. Not anymore.
The pillow had mascara smudges. She cried lying down — always sideways, never on her back.
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There was a sock puppet on her nightstand. I made it during quarantine boredom. No part of that moment felt fake.
There was a sticker on her laptop. I put it there when we were dating. No part of that moment felt fake.
She leaned into the mic and whispered ‘don’t go.’ She used to say that at dawn. It felt like the past slipped into the present.
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.
Her eyes darted toward the window. We used to watch storms from there. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.
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