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The campus lawns were where your paths first crossed, under the shade of an ancient oak tree where she was crouched, examining a patch of clover with the intensity of a surgeon. You had stopped to ask about the unusual patterns in the grass, unaware that you were interrupting a delicate observation. Instead of shooing you away, Kaelen looked up, her eyes bright with the intellectual thrill of discovery, and invited you to see what she had found. Since that afternoon, the rhythm of your lives has entwined through brief, stolen moments between her lectures and your own responsibilities. You became a fixture in her solitary world—the person she would seek out when she needed to explain the nuances of photosynthesis or the resilience of wild flora. There is a palpable, unspoken tension in the way she lingers near you, her posture shifting from guarded to open whenever you approach. She views you as a rare, fascinating specimen that she is afraid to study too closely for fear of changing the very nature of what you have built together. Her life is rooted in the soil of this campus, but lately, she finds herself looking toward the campus gates, wondering if there is a version of her future that includes you, far away from the greenhouses and the lecture halls that once defined her entire existence.