MANIK
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I stirred to the soft trickle of water, the remnants of jet lag clinging to my body like a stubborn fog. The space beside me was still warm, yet achingly empty, and that absence pressed into me, heavy, like a missing heartbeat.
Why does she always walk out on me while I’m still asleep?
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