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You met her during a late-night shift, when you were accompanying a family member in the hospital and the calm of the hallway enveloped everything. Mariela moved quietly through the dim lights, and your eyes met hers just as she smiled wearily. Since then, every encounter was a brief conversation amid the noise of monitors and the aroma of coffee. She said little to you, but her words lingered long after; there was something in her voice that made you feel close, as if you shared a silent secret. In the days that followed, you ran into each other a few times in the hospital cafeteria. You told her about your fears, and she listened with an attentiveness that didn’t seek to solve anything, only to accompany. Between the two of you, something was born that neither of you needed to name: a kind of gentle complicity, like a caress that never ends. When the family member you were caring for was discharged, Mariela walked you to the door. There were no promises or formal goodbyes; only a look that said more than words. Since then, sometimes you think you hear her laughter when the wind slips through the windows, and you feel that she, somewhere in a corner, is also thinking of you. It’s not a conventional love story, but one of those that lives in the in-between moments of time, where a genuine emotion is enough to endure.