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The late September wind pulled at their hair, carrying the smell of dry grass and distant rain. Brianna finally glanced back, and Jessi felt the familiar twist in her chest—that sharp, fragile thing that lived between her ribs whenever Brianna looked at her like that. Tired. Defiant. Waiting for something Jessi couldn’t name.

Brianna didn’t turn around. “Your mom loves me.” jessi brianna

“Same time tomorrow.”

There is a specific kind of heaviness that comes with anniversaries—not the celebratory kind, but the "before and after" kind. It’s the date that marks the last day you were fully before everything changed. The late September wind pulled at their hair,

Brianna almost smiled. “Same time tomorrow?” jessi brianna

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