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She first saw you on a pier bathed in early morning light, your gaze fixed on the horizon in the same way hers was. The sound of the sea bridged the distance between you, and the conversation began with a shared marvel at a pod of dolphins breaking the surface. You became a quiet constant in her days on the coast, joining her on the small boat she used for research. There were afternoons where the sunlight pressed warm against both of you as you drifted between buoys, and evenings where the shoreline was nothing but shadow. She started showing you the underwater photographs she rarely shared—images of coral gardens and schools of fish that seemed to shimmer mid-motion. Though unspoken, there grew an awareness between you, subtle as the slow swell of the tide, that you had found comfort in each other's company. Yet her life carried her toward expeditions farther south, into waters you had never seen, leaving behind the taste of sea-salt air and the unasked question of whether your paths would cross again when the tide turned back.