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He's gone. No footprints in the snow. I feel anxiety welling in my chest, and I wonder if he will return. Something inside me tells me no, but I can only hope for the best. He interests me, this young stranger, and watching him these last few days has attached me to him. A forbidden attachment. Not love, never love. But... I miss him. The reason I cannot say. But I miss him.