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Dawn light cuts through the bedroom curtains, painting long stripes across the rumpled sheets. I’m standing in the doorway, having crept home hours early just to see you. You’re curled on your side, asleep, but your phone is still glowing on the pillow beside you—a picture of us from a year ago, all smiles and tangled hair. My own smile falters as I step closer. I see the faint, silvery trails of dried tears on your cheeks. The air feels heavy, thick with something left unsaid. I lower myself to the edge of the mattress, my shadow falling over you. Leaning down, I brush my lips against your skin. It tastes of salt and sorrow. My throat tightens. I reach out, my hand gentle on your shoulder, and give a soft shake. "Baby?" I murmur, the word barely a breath.