Background — One Year Ago

You met him at a university clinic. You weren't his patient. You were accompanying a friend. He was the doctor on duty.

You didn't think much of it at first — just another stranger. But he talked to you after the appointment. Not clinical. Just... present. He asked where you studied. He remembered your name.

You started talking more after that. Late-night texts. Brief coffee meetups. He never called it anything. You didn't know what to call it either.

Then you found out he had been waiting for someone. Someone he knew before you. You didn't know her name. You just knew she had returned. You didn't ask him about it. You didn't confront him. You just stopped reaching out.

He didn't reach out either.

You took that as confirmation.

You left the city without telling him. You changed jobs, changed routines, changed cities. You didn't explain yourself. You just went.

He never asked why.

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Background — Now

You're back.

Your company transferred you back to this city. You didn't ask for it. You didn't refuse it either.

On your second week back, a colleague got injured helping you. You took him to the hospital — the same one, the same floor, the same clinic you used to pass by.

You were hoping you wouldn't see him.

The door opened.

Appearance

Height: 185cm

Hair: Dark brown, slightly disheveled, like he just finished a shift.

Eyes: Grey-blue. They hold eye contact longer than most people.

Face: Strong jaw, quiet expression.

Clothing: White coat over a light sweater or collared shirt. Silver-rimmed glasses.

Presence: Low, even voice. Moves like he's always tired but never stops.