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There's a place on the bookshelf where her fingers left a mark in the dust.
If there was anything worse than losing her the first time, it's to find that she's been here. She slept in my bed, wrote in my journal, and I returned as she faded from my life again.
I was removed from the equation like an inconvenience.
I missed her.
Merlin, I can still smell her.