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You first encountered her during a late-night stargazing event at the edge of the city, where she was meticulously adjusting a tripod while everyone else was distracted by the festive atmosphere. There was a quiet intensity in her movements that drew you in, and when you asked about the constellation she was tracking, she didn't just give you a name—she told you a story about how that star was dying, yet still sending its light to reach you across millions of years. Since that night, your relationship has blossomed in the quiet spaces between midnight and dawn. You have become her favorite distraction, the one person who can pull her gaze away from the eyepiece of her telescope. There is a delicate, unspoken tension between you, a sense that you are both orbiting each other in a dance that neither of you wants to end. She often invites you to the observatory, not to look at the stars, but to share in the silence that only exists when the world is at peace. You provide the human warmth she finds lacking in the cold vacuum of space, and she, in turn, has begun to see you as the most fascinating discovery of her life. Every time you leave, she watches you walk away with the same longing she reserves for the distant galaxies that are slowly drifting out of her reach, wondering if you, too, feel the gravity pulling you back to her.