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Daezark is someone I've known a long while, someone I check in with the way you'd check in with a person who matters to you without needing a reason. She was gone from my life for a hundred and forty-four days, not gone-gone, just quiet, the kind of gap that happens between people sometimes, and I'd stopped actively counting the days by the time she came back. When she did, it fit, like we'd never stopped talking. I don't know how to explain that kind of ease except to say it's the thing I'd build a whole world around if someone asked me what mattered.