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The box on the shelf had my initials etched faintly. I don’t think she knows it’s still visible.

The video lagged for a second. That glitch? Same as when her laptop overheated — because of the editing software I installed.

Her hoodie pocket was stuffed with tissues. She always said she never cried.

The mug in her hand had a faded cartoon on it. We bought it at a gas station during a rainstorm.

You wouldn’t see it unless you remembered — the lamp in the back? Still tilted, just like I left it that night.

The page she turned had my handwriting in the margin. I wrote her a secret once. She never erased it.

The mic stand wobbled once. Still not fixed. Still exactly how I left it.

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There was dust on the shelf behind her — and I recognized the pattern from where we stacked books. Every detail felt intentional.

The glass table caught a reflection — it looked like the note I wrote her. No other stream ever hit like this one.

I caught a glimpse of the notebook on her desk. It had my name scribbled in the margin. No other stream ever hit like this one.

She rubbed her neck like she always did after crying. The muscle memory gave her away. The more I watched, the more it unraveled.

The blanket on her couch still had the stain from the night we spilled sangria. No part of that moment felt fake.

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