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Fifty-One

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We didn’t talk much after Eleanor left. We didn’t need to. She just handed me a blanket, made us both another cup of coffee, and queued up an old rom-com we used to obsess over in college.

Something about the familiarity of it—the cheesy soundtrack, the predictable plot, the way we both still mouthed the lines before they came—soothed the raw edges in me.

We laughed.

God, we laughed. Real, belly-deep laughter that felt like a protest against everything heavy.

For a little while, it was just like college again—two girls sprawled across a couch, wrapped in throw blankets, mocking the lead actor’s haircut, fighting over popcorn, pretending the world outside didn’t exist.

Andra nudged me at one point, a grin tugging at her lips. “See? Told you marshmallows and movies fix everything.”

I smiled, resting my head against the couch cushion. “You forgot the part where I sobbed like a Victorian widow.”

She snorted. “Minor detail.”

And for a little while, I forgot the weight of it
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  • PROPERTY OF THE BILLIONAIRE   Fifty-One

    We didn’t talk much after Eleanor left. We didn’t need to. She just handed me a blanket, made us both another cup of coffee, and queued up an old rom-com we used to obsess over in college. Something about the familiarity of it—the cheesy soundtrack, the predictable plot, the way we both still mouthed the lines before they came—soothed the raw edges in me. We laughed. God, we laughed. Real, belly-deep laughter that felt like a protest against everything heavy. For a little while, it was just like college again—two girls sprawled across a couch, wrapped in throw blankets, mocking the lead actor’s haircut, fighting over popcorn, pretending the world outside didn’t exist. Andra nudged me at one point, a grin tugging at her lips. “See? Told you marshmallows and movies fix everything.” I smiled, resting my head against the couch cushion. “You forgot the part where I sobbed like a Victorian widow.” She snorted. “Minor detail.” And for a little while, I forgot the weight of it

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