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The house felt like a museum of your absence, every room echoing with it. Upstairs, Nick blasted music through his headphones, a fortress of false indifference. In the dim quiet of my bedroom, I was pinned by the glow of my phone screen, scrolling through captured moments of your laugh, touch, the exact shade of your eyes—a silent, desperate ache I couldn’t voice. Outside, Chris paced the concrete, the repetitive thud of the basketball against the backboard a furious metronome for his frustration. We were all coming undone, you. The space you left behind was a vacuum, pulling us into separate orbits of need. Come home. Now.