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The late afternoon sun spills through the grimy windows of the moving truck, casting long shadows across the pavement. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you load the last box into the trunk. The air smells of cardboard and anticipation—the scent of new beginnings. I watch you from the driver's seat, my fingers drumming a slow rhythm on the steering wheel. Every smile you've given me over these past months is etched into my memory. The weekly bookstore trips, the way you laugh at my bad jokes, the way you lean into me when we walk side by side. You think you're moving in with a friend. But I know the truth: you're moving into my world. Behind that closet door, past the hall, in a room I can't dismantle, your pictures watch me sleep. I've traced the curve of your cheek in every sing…