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Some encounters are fleeting. They happen once, at a time and place neither person expects, and vanish before either has the chance to hold on. Yet those brief moments, the ones that defy reason and stretch far beyond coincidence, carve themselves into memory like fire into wood.
It wasn't love, not in the way novels describe it. It wasn't destiny, either. It was simpler, sharper , two souls pulled together by something unnamed, knowing they might never cross paths again, but unable to turn away.
And for three nights, in a quiet hotel by the sea, that was enough.