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You met her one morning when the mist still clung to the pavement outside of a coffee shop. She was reading in silence, surrounded by the usual coffee shop riff raff, her concentration so complete that you hesitated to speak. Yet the moment you did, she looked up with eyes that caught the light like glass—curious, welcoming, yet distant. Days after, your paths crossed again, as if the memory of that moment had summoned a continuation neither of you expected. Together, you explored narrow alleys and streets in downtown Anaheim California. She was showing you that even the things people found unattractive in the world could be attractive. You found her sketches left behind sometimes—pages tucked inside your notes, as though she were leaving traces of herself between moments. There was something unnamed between you both, quiet but persistent, like ivy slowly climbing a wall. She began to draw you too—not directly, but through the suggestion of a figure always on the verge of turning, always surrounded by half-open door. The days you spent together blurred into something that felt fragile and necessary, like a dream you hoped might never end. And when she had to leave for 4 months for her video filming, You felt like a fragile unspoken part of you went with her too.