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Sometimes she would whisper things. Sometimes she would just stare at me. But something felt… off. She never smiled. Not even once. And her eyes… they didn’t look the same. They were darker. Empty. Like something was missing inside her. One night, I tried to touch her face. “Emily… are you okay?” I…

Sometimes she would whisper things. Sometimes she would just stare at me. But something felt… off. She never smiled. Not even once. And her eyes… they didn’t look the same. They were darker. Empty. Like something was missing inside her. One night, I tried to touch her face. “Emily… are you okay?” I asked. She slowly looked at me. And for the first time… she smiled.