Bold lines mapped their future, laying out walls and floorplans. On the final page, the pencil had barely pressed the paper. There were only faint, trembling marks like fox trails across snow. A cloud seemed to #obfuscate his mind, he wrote in the margin, letters buckling into one another.
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Sometimes, late at night when sleep refused her, she'd press play. His laugh filled the empty apartment. "Hey, it's me. Just calling to say—" The recording would #quiver then, static bleeding through his voice, crackling into something softer. In three years, she'd never heard the rest.
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Steam curled up, jasmine tea leaves unfurling slow in the clouded glass. Mei lifted the cup, breathing it in; honey and summer gardens and something else, not quite there. His chair sat empty across from her, as it had for eleven months now. Neon flickered to life as daylight began to #wane.
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