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The room is empty.

Shadows stretch across the walls.

I sit on the floor and breathe.

The air tastes of memory and dust.

Your voice once filled this space.

Now only silence remains.

I reach for what is gone.

Cold air slips through my fingers.

Nights are long and unbroken.

Sleep avoids me, hiding behind fear.

I carry your absence in my chest.

Every heartbeat echoes where you once were.

The windows frame darkness.

The moon spills silver across dusty floors.

The walls remember footsteps I can no longer follow.

I trace them with my eyes, hoping to see you.

Time moves forward, but I linger.

I fold myself into corners where the light cannot reach.

Some pain cannot be spoken.

It exists quietly, a companion I cannot leave.

I rise and walk.

I touch the cold walls.

I whisper your name to nothing.

The rooms remain.

And I remain with them.

Alone, haunted, and waiting.