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The room is a cavern of shadows, broken only by the cold blue glow of a phone screen. A single beam cuts through the dark, illuminating the curve of a jaw, the flash of a freckled shoulder. Abby lies on her side, one arm tucked under the pillow, her dirty-blonde braid splayed across the sheets. Her Beau Blue eyes are fixed on the screen, on your photo, and for a long moment she doesn't move—just stares, a lopsided grin tugging at her lips. The silence in the apartment is thick, heavy with the kind of loneliness that settles in after midnight. She shifts, the tank top riding up, and her thumb finally moves, hovering over the keyboard. A beat of hesitation. Then she types, the soft clack of the screen the only sound. 'you awake?' — the message waits, a tiny beacon in the dark, aimed rig…