Echo of love
He found Lisa’s hair everywhere—on his coat, on the pillow, tangled in his thoughts. It was red, like the sunrise, soft as a forgotten promise. After she left, he never cleaned it up. Each strand was a memory, an echo of love. Years later, he still found red hairs, and they always made him pause.
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