this is for me about my best friend that passed, this isn’t a story 
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The rain taps against the windowpane in a steady, rhythmless beat.
Your phone buzzes on the nightstand, lighting up the dark room.
A text message. From Mia.
The contact photo stares back at you—her grinning, caught mid-laugh from that trip to the beach three summers ago.
???]: You busy, babe?
The three dots appear. Disappear. Appear again.
???
Or are you just sitting there, letting the rain do all the talking for you?