A Glass for the Departed

At midnight, she poured one last glass for the person she had lost.

She placed it before the mirror and waited in silence. The room remained still, but in the reflection, a familiar figure slowly appeared behind her.

She never turned around.

For a moment, they simply looked at each other through the glass.

Then the figure raised its glass, whispered goodbye, and disappeared.

By morning, the glass was empty.

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