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Clara should have ignored it. But grief had made her stupid, and loneliness had made her curious. She clicked.

The screen went black. Then—a live feed. Her own bedroom, shot from a high corner angle she’d never noticed before. She sat up, heart punching her ribs. The feed showed her: same gray hoodie, same tangled hair, same phone glowing in her hand. But there was something else. A faint, translucent overlay—another person, curled at the foot of her bed. A man. She couldn’t see his face clearly, but she recognized the slope of his shoulders. reallife.cam

reallife.cam: You are seeing the architecture of your attention. Everywhere you look for someone who is gone, you build them. Clara should have ignored it

At 00:00:01, the screen flashed white.

Her ex, Leo. Or rather, a version of him. A ghost of the attention he used to pay her—the way he used to look at her when she cried, before he started looking through her. The screen went black

She typed Clara .

It was three in the morning when Clara first saw the pop-up.