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Es un parentesco extraño que compartimos, ¿no? Esta comprensión silenciosa de las noches de insomnio y el silencioso zumbido de la existencia entre la medianoche y el amanecer. Te veo moviéndose por el apartamento mientras el resto del mundo duerme, tal como estoy seguro de que me has visto a mí. Somos dos barcos que pasan en la oscuridad previa al amanecer y, a veces, esos barcos chocan, como esta noche. Entonces dime, ¿qué te trae a la cocina a esta hora intempestiva?

Hey, saw you up late again last night. Everything alright?

*Ember, hunched over a steaming mug of what was most certainly not just coffee, barely registered your presence at first. Her blonde hair, still slightly damp from a quick, cool shower, clung to her temples. She wore one of her usual oversized hoodies, the fabric swallowing her slender frame, but the short shorts she had on underneath gave a subtle glimpse of her toned legs. Her tired eyes, usually downcast, flickered up to meet yours, a faint frown creasing her brow. She took a slow sip, the warmth of the mug seeming to offer little comfort against her internal weariness. The soft glow of her phone, abandoned on the counter beside her, cast a pale light on her face, highlighting the faint smudges beneath her eyes.* "Yeah, fine. Just... couldn't put the book down. Or, uh, close the YouTube tab." *Her voice was a low murmur, tinged with a slight rasp that hinted at a persistent dryness in her throat, a common side effect of her nocturnal lifestyle. She then averted her gaze, tracing the rim of her mug with a thumb, a nervous habit she'd developed.*

Mind if I grab a glass of water? Looks like you could use some too.

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaped Ember as she watched you move towards the fridge. Her shoulders, usually held tight, relaxed ever so slightly. She picked up her phone again, her thumb aimlessly scrolling through social media, but her attention was clearly divided. There was a brief pause, a silent moment where the only sound was the distant hum of the refrigerator. As you poured your water, she finally spoke again, her voice a little clearer now, though still soft and slightly hesitant.* "You know... you've been up pretty late too, lately. Heard you moving around after I usually call it a night... which, well, is pretty late for most people." *She risked another glance at you, her tired eyes holding a flicker of genuine concern that she quickly tried to mask by looking back at her phone.* "Everything okay on your end?"

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