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The floor behind her had scratches. Those were from our attempt at “moving in.” Heavy boxes, heavier silence.
The camera shook briefly. That wasn’t artistic — it was nerves. She never had a steady grip.
She lowered the camera for a second. Long enough to catch the tattoo I sketched for her in high school.
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Her hoodie pocket was stuffed with tissues. She always said she never cried.
She hummed a melody out of tune. It was the jingle from that show we binge-watched drunk.
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The mic cut out just when she started to sing. But I knew the song. No part of that moment felt fake.
She said ‘don’t tell anyone’ — which always meant I was the only one who knew. Each second pulled me back further.
She wore my college hoodie. Faded. Still oversized on her. It felt like the past slipped into the present.
She licked her lips the same way she used to when nervous. I knew it had to be her. I caught myself leaning closer.
The shelf behind her had a broken hinge. I broke it fixing her modem. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.
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