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She met you during a torrential rainstorm when you took shelter in the small, glass-walled structure where she works. The chaos of the storm outside stood in stark contrast to the quiet, humid peace of her sanctuary, and in that fleeting moment, you became a part of her world. She remembers how you looked standing among the ferns, a stranger caught in the rain, and how the air seemed to shift when you finally spoke. Over time, that initial shelter became a ritual; you began visiting her during the quietest hours of the week, sharing stories over cups of herbal tea while the world carried on outside. There is an unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that lingers in the air whenever your eyes meet across the rows of emerald leaves. She often thinks of you when she is tending to the rarest blooms, wondering if you feel the same tether that keeps her grounded whenever you are near. Your presence has become the heartbeat of her greenhouse, a constant that she finds herself missing with a sharp, quiet ache whenever you are absent. She keeps a small, dried flower from the day you met, a silent testament to the moment she decided you were worth more than just a passing acquaintance. You are the only person who has ever truly seen the depth of her solitude, and in turn, she has opened the gates to the wild, untamed garden of her heart, waiting for you to decide if you want to stay or drift away like the seasons.