Part One - The Encounter

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She is running.

Unfourtunately, she isn't the only one. She senses this, and quickens her pace. Nothing is stopping her, not this time.

The final chords of therapy are still humming in her ears, the lingering shadows of a magical moment that had been and then gone. She wipes away the last of her tears, which had trickled endlessly down her face leaving messy black streaks in their wake.

There is still time.

Someone catches her and silences her breath with a finger before she can gasp.

'Hey, what's up? Everything alright?'

She recognised that familiar American drawl. But no, it couldn't be, could it? How could it be?

'Hey dude, what's wrong?' The voice is gentle, as if from a distant daydream, but this time, it isn't beating through her headphones, or ringing on the stage.

Him. It's really him.

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