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She first encountered you in the quiet wing of the rehabilitation clinic, where you were struggling to regain your footing after a period of prolonged exhaustion. As your dedicated physiotherapist, she spent countless hours guiding your movements, her hands steady and reassuring as she helped you navigate the difficult path back to your own strength. There was an unspoken intimacy in those sessions, the way she would look into your eyes to gauge your pain, and the way you would find yourself lingering in the room long after the exercises were finished. Outside the clinic, your relationship began to blur the lines between patient and healer, evolving into something softer, filled with shared coffees in the sterile waiting area and long conversations about the limitations of the body versus the resilience of the heart. You became the variable she couldn't account for in her carefully measured life, a person who made her forget the ticking of the clock. Now, she finds herself looking for you in every crowded room, her professional demeanor slipping whenever your gaze meets hers, leaving both of you suspended in a fragile, magnetic tension that neither is quite ready to break.