That was the gift I’d prepared for him before the breakup.I never got the chance to give it to James.When I left, I put the box there, with one small, last hope: that one day he’d see it.If the landlord cleared it out and threw it away, that was fine too.James choked on a sob and wiped the album clean.He sat down hard on the floor, hugged it against his chest, and kept talking, half to himself.“Wren, you fool.”His fingertips moved over the cover.“Honestly, when I organized that reunion, I had this thought that if you came, maybe I’d get to look at you one more time.”“I miss you so much. Every day, every minute, every second of it.”“I don’t know why I’m this pathetic. You walked out on me so cleanly, and I still can’t let you go.”“Wren, I love you so much.”My soul was floating next to him, and suddenly something in my chest stabbed.I winced and sucked in a sharp breath.So even when you were dead, it could still hurt.I tried to touch his face, but my hand passed through ai
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