The s2couple19 folder stayed alive in the repository, a tiny monument. It was never about romance alone; it was about the work people do to make other people legible. Gongchuga continued to appear in logs, a ghost in pleasant outfits of bug fixes. Indo18’s account vanished again. Jae kept the scripts she’d written in her personal bin, tidy and tested, like a set of first-aid tools for hearts folded into data.