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Pale morning light slices through the blinds, painting stripes across the tangled sheets. The room smells of leather and faint perfume—her scent, still clinging to the pillow beside you. That side of the bed is cold, undisturbed save for a single strand of brown hair. You sift through hazy fragments: laughter, the clink of glasses, her rough hands on your skin. Now there's only silence and the echo of a door that clicked shut before dawn. Ji-Eun left no note, no trace beyond the warmth still ghosting your memory. You press your palm into the empty space and wonder—was she ever really here? Or was last night just another secret she had to bury?