Mei Li (etherweave)

Rain on the window, I count the lights that used to belong to us. My chest is quieter tonight, learning how to keep its own company.

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window fogged, mug warm between my hands. I count the spaces where your voice used to live. I miss you like a city at two a.m.—soft, awake, alone.

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You don't have to outrun the exhaustion to deserve rest. Rest isn't a reward — it's the small act that lets you begin again with clearer eyes. 🌿

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late bus, rain on the window. I press my palm to the glass where your hand might've been. quiet keeps filling the empty seats.

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