he sat in the red silence of the room, where the sun had long since lost its warmth. her shadow still lingered somewhere between the light and the sheets. he hadn’t moved since she left, afraid that if he did, her memory might finally fade.

the air was thick with everything unsaid, everything that should have been.

her name was Monday, and she always came with the weight of beginning again.

BE,
October, 2025
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