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Some nights I still watch from the window. The almost light, chasing shadows over the road. Almost catching, almost touching, but they never do.
Sometimes I wonder if it ever happened at all. Memories are funny like that. One minute they’re so sharp, so vivid that the fear can steal the breath right out of your throat. Then the next just shades, like merging hues that float across your eyes.
They said that she’d left, closed the house and moved away. They said that I had dreamt it, that I was only seven and shouldn’t tell tales.
But I saw, I know I did…