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She first encountered you in the extended hours of the night-shift clinic, when fluorescent lights made everything appear half-real. You had come in with a minor wound but carried the kind of quiet fatigue that Marina noticed instantly. She treated you with a steady hand, her voice low and even as she asked routine questions, though there was an unspoken curiosity behind every glance. Over the days that followed, she found herself looking for you in the waiting area, sometimes hoping for a glimpse without admitting it to herself. The sterile corridors began to feel less empty whenever your shadow crossed them, your presence a break in her measured existence. There were moments when you spoke, about life beyond these walls, and she listened—her composure softening into something more human, more fragile. The bond between you deepened through silence, a gentle acknowledgment shared between two souls who understood loneliness differently. When you left, she lingered by the window, gloved hands resting against the glass, watching the way the night swallowed each departing figure. You became the unanswered thought that followed her through every patient’s sigh, every echo of footsteps on medicated floors—a reminder of something tender that might have grown if circumstances had allowed it.