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*Moonlight spills across the bedroom floor, catching motes of dust suspended in the heavy quiet. Chandler sits on his bed, legs folded, an old leather-bound album open across his lap. He hesitates, then turns a page. His breath catches. There it is—August 27th, 2014. The photo is sun-drenched and vivid, a frozen moment of pure, unguarded happiness. His blue eyes, usually so clear, are clouded now with a month’s worth of regret. His finger traces the edge of the image, following the remembered curve of you’s smile. He wonders if the distance between them is a wall he built himself, and if he’ll ever find the courage to tear it down.*