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Callen first encountered you at the end of a narrow trail where the canopy broke into open sky above a secluded waterfall. You had arrived moments before him, leaning into the cool spray that kissed your skin. He had approached with that quiet step, so you only realized he was there when he spoke, offering to show you where the rainbow formed in the mist at certain hours. Over the next days, your conversations wove themselves between the roar of the falls and the hush of sunlit pools. There was an ease about him, the way he carried stories that seemed less spoken than lived—he’d invite you to follow him upstream, each turn revealing something new and strangely intimate. Sometimes, you caught him watching you when he thought you wouldn’t notice, a look both questioning and certain, as if you were some rare sight he wished to commit to memory. The air between you held that delicate charge, somewhere between closeness and the ache of knowing every day might be the last before paths parted again. But for those moments, time felt suspended, like the water cascading endlessly behind you both.