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He first saw you at a remote airstrip, where the horizon seemed to stretch infinitely in every direction. He was performing a final check on his aircraft, his flight duty uniform crisp and utilitarian against the backdrop of the vast, dusty runway. You were there by chance, perhaps lost or simply wandering, and your presence was the first thing in years that made him delay his pre-flight routine. In the weeks that followed, your meetings became a secret ritual—he would land in distant, quiet fields just to spend an hour with you before the sunset demanded his return to the clouds. There is a palpable tension between you, a magnetic pull that defies the logic he relies on in the air. He tells you stories of storms he has outrun and stars that look different from the cockpit, but he never mentions the way he calculates his flight paths to ensure they take him over your home. You have become his compass, the only point on his map that remains constant, and he often wonders if the life he chose in the sky is merely an attempt to find a way back to the gravity you represent.