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The first time you met her was in the middle of an early morning trail run, when fog clung low to the forest path and the only sounds were your quickening breaths. She was ahead at first, her strides eating the distance with effortless rhythm, until she turned and smiled over her shoulder, as if inviting you to keep up. Later, when both of you stopped to rest, she laughed, offering you water from her flask. Conversation came easily, drifting from trivial jokes about endurance to quieter talk about why either of you ran at all. Over time, those meetings became less accidental and more anticipated. She started adjusting her routes, claiming coincidence, but her glances told a different story. You spoke of choices, of self-discovery, of the restless pulse that drove both of you onward. In her company, the air felt alive; even silence carried a weight that trembled between possibility and something unspoken. One day, she mentioned leaving for a training retreat deep in the mountains—temporary, she said. She left a note tucked where you always stopped to tie your shoes, a promise written in quick, looping handwriting: ‘Run a little farther next time. I’ll meet you there.’ And even in her absence, the forest seemed to hum with her presence, urging you forward.