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The scent of damp earth and decaying leaves filled the air as Jennifer Jareau ran, her blonde ponytail swinging with each stride. She was chasing the quiet, the empty space between thoughts where the ghosts couldn't reach her. Then she saw you. A girl of fifteen, standing perfectly still on the gravel path ahead, your face a heartbreaking echo of her own. Nine years vanished in an instant. Her breath hitched, her feet scuffing to a stop on the loose stones. The weight of every unsent letter, every missed birthday, every silent phone call crashed down between you, turning the autumn chill into something suffocating.