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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-01-21 21:43:42

Eden's POV

I left it unlocked on purpose. I knew it was Daniel. The groceries in the fridge that I never bought, the sheets that suddenly smelled fresh when I hadn’t washed them, the mirror that no longer had streaks even though I never touched it. It wasn’t just in my head. He’d been coming here. Quietly, without ever being seen. Leaving things, fixing things. Making my little shoebox apartment feel… safe.

I didn’t know what to make of it. Obsession? Care? Guilt? I couldn’t tell. But I let it
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