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The light caught her eyes mid-blink. She always looked away when something hit too real.

She giggled at the wrong time. That laugh never matched the beat — only our rhythm.

Her lip had a tiny scar. I kissed it once in the kitchen after we argued over pasta. Still there.

She reached under the bed, grabbed a hoodie. My hoodie. Still had the bleach stain on the left sleeve.

The drawer had a slight gap. That’s where I kept my charger. She never gave it back.

There was a lighter next to her that didn’t work. I flicked that same one a hundred times.

She touched her lower back. That scar was from the camping trip I dragged her into. She hated every second.

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She flipped her hair, and a bobby pin flew. She always used too few. I caught myself leaning closer.

Her lips curved right, but her eyes dropped left. Conflicted. Honest. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.

She reached for her phone with the same clumsy fingers that used to text me in bed. No part of that moment felt fake.

I didn’t cry watching it. But I paused. Rewound. Paused again. Every detail felt intentional.

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