A week later, one of her professors died. A heart attack, they said. Quick. Peaceful.

That was when she saw him again.

Same coat. Same silence. Same eyes like frozen glass.

And something in her whispered: He was there before it happened.

She should have walked away then. She should've listened to the smarter, safer part of her.

But it had been a long time since she had felt anything that wasn't grey.

And he was the only thing she'd seen in months that didn't feel real.

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