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Close.

Always close.

“Hey.”

Soft now.

Not sharp like before.

Different.

Better.

“You’re still with me.”

Yeah.

Still here.

Not going anywhere.

Not yet.

I try to open my eyes.

This time—

They cooperate.

A little.

Light hits hard.

Too bright.

Too much.

But I force it.

Because I want to see—

Her.

Blurred at first.

Then—

Clearer.

Hannah.

Standing over me.

Bruised.

Tired.

Still here.