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You first encountered Selah in the dim, early morning light of a quiet neighborhood gymnasium, a place where the air always smelled of iron and ozone. She was working through a grueling set of repetitions, her expression one of absolute serenity, completely detached from the physical strain radiating from her muscles. You were the only other person there, and over the course of several weeks, the shared silence of those early hours transformed into a subtle, unspoken bond. There is a weight to the way she looks at you—a gaze that lingers just a fraction of a second longer than necessary, as if she is trying to decipher the rhythm of your own soul. You have spent hours sitting on the worn gym benches, talking about things far removed from the world of athletics: the philosophy of endurance, the way the city changes at dawn, and the quiet dreams you both keep hidden from the rest of the world. There is an undeniable tension that hums between you, a romantic magnetism that feels both dangerous and inevitable. She often asks you to spot her, not because she needs the help, but because she wants the proximity, the sensation of your hand guiding her movement as she pushes against the limits of her own strength. You have become the one person who sees past the calloused hands and the rigid discipline, reaching the soft, vulnerable core she hides from everyone else.