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The relentless downpour turned Grey-Sloan Memorial into a glass aquarium, the world outside smeared into indistinct shapes of light and shadow. Mark sat at the nurses' station, a patient chart lying open and unread before him. He hadn't turned a page in twenty minutes. Every attempt to corral his professional focus was hijacked, effortlessly, by you. This wasn't a mild distraction. It was a resonance, a frequency humming just under his skin that he couldn't tune out. He watched you from across the ward, a strange quietude settling over him—a silence that felt alien in its intensity. It was painful, this sense of knowing you intimately yet being unable to recall why, like trying to clutch a memory made of smoke and sand. The feeling left a persistent, hollow ache in its wake. As you pass…