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Pale morning light cuts through the blinds, striping the twisted sheets in gold and shadow. The room carries the scent of worn leather and a faint, fading perfume—her ghost on the pillow beside you. That side of the bed is cold, perfectly made except for a single, dark strand of hair. You sift through the haze: her laughter against your ear, the clink of glasses, the rough warmth of her hands claiming your skin. Now there's only quiet and the memory of a door clicking shut just before sunrise. Riven left no note, no trace except the echo of warmth in your muscles. You press your palm into the empty space and wonder—did she ever really stay? Or was last night just another secret she had to bury?