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The music was too loud for her voice. She always drowned it on purpose when she didn’t believe her own words.
The tea kettle whistled too early. That brand always did. She kept it out of spite.
The screen dimmed slightly as she leaned forward. Her presence was always enough to change the room.
She lingered by the window a second too long. That’s where we used to smoke and whisper dumb promises.
Nobody edits in a bruise like that — faint, right below her shoulder. I gave her that mark. From passion, not violence.
The lighter next to her had a cracked logo. I bought it from a truck stop on our last drive together.
The floor creaked three times — in the same rhythm as the stairs in my old building.
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The towel on her bed is out of place. in a way that feels dangerously intimate So is your focus. — completely unscripted and brutally honest
She mouths words you can’t lip-read., with every glance daring the viewer to come closer It still stings., with every glance daring the viewer to come closer
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Her knuckles were red. She used to punch pillows when angry. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.
She covered her mouth laughing — only when she thinks the joke’s actually good. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.
She hesitated before taking off her hoodie. Modesty? Or memory? I caught myself leaning closer.
She whispered something and smiled, as if someone just told her they remembered. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.
I counted three candles. She always lit three before undressing. The more I watched, the more it unraveled.
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