Two weeks later. Midnight.
I stand outside her house. The clock on my phone reads 11:55 PM. The street is hushed, the world asleep, but my eyes are wide awake—restless, alive. From where I stand, I can clearly see her shadow painted against the wall of her balcony. She is sitting there, unaware that I am watching. She cannot see me, but I can see her.

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