Gabriel's POVOnce I was back in my dorm, I locked the door. I pulled open the bottom drawer of my closet. All of Esther's things were inside—a gray hoodie, a mug, and a pack of Polaroid film. I crouched down and stuffed everything into a trash bag, one by one. As I shoved a scarf inside, I was reminded of that winter back in sophomore year. She handed me the lopsided scarf with a grin, her hands covered in needle pricks. I tossed a trophy into the trash bag as well, and it cracked in half. I froze, lost in a daze. In sophomore year, Esther loved playing badminton, and every time she won a trophy, she would insist on giving it to me. Every day, she would drag me to the badminton court, sit with me in the stands, and explain the rules. All she ever said was, "Just keep watching. You'll get it one day."I suddenly realized that it wasn't that we didn't have anything to talk about. Whenever she was willing to explain things to me, I understood her perfectly. But now, I wasn't
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