It always starts with a slight change in temperature, as if he’s walked into cool breeze during mid day when the sun is at its highest. The little hairs on his neck dance, sending a cold shiver through his body.

On occasion the sound of rustling leaves will send whispers of secrets she long kept from him to his ears. He can always sense her presence. She’s never long gone, merely hiding in the shadows of familiar places they frequented together.
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