No, this is not "A twist of fate" of "Tryst" (I quoted this great story few days ago) but they have something in common with this one...
A little more:
This was...
It felt like...
It couldn't be...
Love.
She'd only just met him, and he couldn't really be said to have met her at all. Yet she'd witnessed his triumphs, his failures, his generosity and his pain. She understood him better than she'd understood anyone in her life, except perhaps for her sister.
But love was out of the question. There was no way they could be together. They were from two different worlds, worlds that brushed against each other from time to time, but which were never meant to meet.
He was alive. She was dead.
Simona
