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He watched M leave. He watched a new family move in, their laughter like glass shards in his quiet space. He lashed out, shattering plates to reclaim the silence, but they only replaced the porcelain and kept laughing.

He didn't die; ghosts don't have that luxury. Instead, he fell back into the beginning. He watched M leave

He stood in the corner of the living room, watching M eat a chocolate pie. She ate it with a focused, brutal grief, scraping the tin until the sound set his non-existent teeth on edge. He wanted to reach out, to tell her that the house wasn't empty, but his hands were only folds of fabric. When he moved, the world didn't ripple; he was the ripple. He didn't die; ghosts don't have that luxury

Time began to lose its edges. It didn't flow; it sedimented. She ate it with a focused, brutal grief,

He looked out the window at the house next door. Another figure stood there, draped in a floral-patterned sheet."I’m waiting for someone," the floral ghost signaled through the glass."Who?" C thought."I don't remember," the neighbor replied.

The sheet collapsed. There was no one under it. The note fluttered to the floor, and the house was finally, truly, empty.