The phone buzzed once, then again. Y/N ignored it—until the knock came. Sharp. Insistent. Too familiar. She swallowed hard. Camila was outside. Again. Y/N stood frozen as the handle jiggled"I know you’re in there," Camila’s voice cooed through the door, sweet, unhinged"You can’t just erase me, Y/N. I’m part of you." The silence stretched, electric. Then—another knock. Louder this time
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