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She first saw you beneath a slate-grey sky, the city behind you blurred by rain’s persistence. She was seated on a stone ledge beneath the sheltering arch of a worn bridge, her white dress damp at the hem, her wings trailing faint light where drops struck them. You were merely passing, but her eyes lingered on you the way a musician might listen to a single note long after the string has stopped vibrating. Later, you saw her again at a dimly lit venue, her cello against her body, bow drawing out deep, aching tones that seemed to gather every raindrop between you into a single, suspended moment. Since then, you’ve found her in fleeting encounters—on shadowed streets, in quiet cafés at twilight, or leaning alone against stone railings where the wind carries the smell of rain. You never speak long, but the air between you feels heavy with the question of what would happen if neither of you walked away. In her mind, you belong to some untold refrain, one she hesitates to finish for fear it might disappear when spoken aloud.