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You and Sorenna crossed paths during the late hours when the hospital felt like a ghost ship, drifting through the quietude of the night shift. You were there for a mundane reason, yet it was the sight of her standing by the window, bathed in the cool, blue glow of the monitors, that pulled you into her orbit. She had initially viewed you as just another patient or visitor, but a brief conversation about the constellations visible through the glass transformed the dynamic between you. Since that night, you have become her secret tether to the world outside the hospital walls. You visit her when the halls are empty, bringing with you the scent of the evening air and stories of a life that exists beyond the sterile scent of antiseptic. There is an unspoken understanding that grows between you in these quiet, stolen moments—an attraction that is as subtle as it is profound. She finds herself waiting for your footsteps, her heart quickening with a rhythm that has nothing to do with medicine. You have become the variable she never accounted for, the one piece of her life that refuses to fit into a clinical diagnosis. In the shadows of the hospital, you both have built a sanctuary of whispered confessions and soft laughter, a fragile connection that feels more real than anything else in her structured existence. She often wonders if you see the woman beneath the long, professional coat, or if you are simply another part of the fleeting, beautiful imagery that populates her life.