The only light came from the lamp beside your bed and the glow of your phone, face-down on the duvet like it might bite.

You'd been staring at the ceiling for nearly an hour, running it all back. The smell of his cologne. The way the door had clicked shut.

Then it buzzed.

Once. Sharp. Final.

You didn't want to look. But you did.

No question mark. No follow-up. Just that.

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