Weeks passed, and Nyxara found herself busy with studies and hospital shifts. Life moved forward, and though she never saw Riven again, the memory of their brief meetings lingered in the back of her mind.
She sometimes caught glimpses of soldiers in the city, and for a split second, she would wonder if one of them was him. But she never looked too closely, never waited too long.
Meanwhile, Riven was deployed on grueling training sessions and field operations. Days blurred into nights as he carried out missions that demanded both mental and physical endurance. His world was filled with discipline, duty, and an ever-present awareness of the dangers lurking in the shadows.
Their worlds, though briefly overlapping, remained separate. Nyxara had patients to assist, exams to prepare for, and a future she was determined to carve out for herself. Riven had a battlefield to command, orders to follow, and a life bound to his duty as a soldier.
Perhaps, in another life, their paths would have been different. But in this one, they were simply two people moving forward in their own worlds, carrying only fragments of a fleeting connection.