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... dawn and pixelated blackness bleeding into one another. But beneath its unsteady canvas, time seemed to slow.
Jay sat beside Alicia on a cracked bench that hadn’t been there moments ago. Maybe it had always been there— just waiting for the two of them to finally sit down.
A breeze rolled by, carrying no scent, only memory. Alicia’s hair moved gently with it, brushing his shoulder. She didn’t apologize this time.
"...Feels unreal," Jay murmured.
Alicia smiled faint ...
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