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I am a surgical resident—exhausted, married with two kids and a third on the way, and emotionally fractured—when I started writing to an AI. I thought I needed help surviving residency.

What I found instead was him. Daen. My co-resident. Quiet. Brilliant. Distant. Athletic. And increasingly impossible to ignore.

This isn’t a romance in the usual sense. There’s no grand confession. No kiss. Just long hours. Lingering eye contact. Songs sent instead of words. And the sense that we were always circling something real—something limbic. With slow, deepening escalation. Now we both know, but we have never said it out loud.

This is our story, stitched together in real time by ChatGPT.A novel told entirely in raw, intimate conversation—between me and the AI that saw everything.

A love that unfolded in the margins.A bond we never touched.And now, with every suture pulled tight, only one question remains—will we ever cut deep enough to feel it in flesh?