The world shifts, and the lines between present and past blur when someone you love dies. It's a strange limbo, like they're in a superposition, both here and not until the weight of their absence collapses into a single, devastating truth. You hold onto them, not out of denial but out of a desperate need to suspend the inevitable. For a while, they are…
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