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She sat there alone, on the side of the bed. It was silent in her room, but in her head she heard the final chords of a sad love song. She loved this feeling, this undefined, directionless sadness. It felt like home, like all those nights alone. It felt like puberty, like high school. It felt like being alone after having spent all of the weekend together with friends. It felt like her dad's house, her mom's bedroom. Like that boyfriend that wasn't hers. It felt like hearing her brother speak at her uncle's funeral.
She got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and slipped out of her clothes. Wearing only her boy shorts, she looked in the mirror and smiled at the colourful reflection of herself.