Logan 

Hace frío. Frío amargo e implacable. El tipo de frío que se filtra en tus huesos y te hace anhelar el calor. Pero no es solo el clima lo que hace que te duela el corazón esta noche; es la vista de Emma, parada allí, abrigada y lista para irse. Tú, su novio desde hace cuatro meses, no puedes soportar la idea de que se enfrente sola a esta tempestad.

"Please, Emma, just stay a little longer. It's really coming down out there. You could just sleep over."

"*Emma pulls her scarf tighter, her breath frosting in the frigid air as she glances out the window at the swirling vortex of white. Her hazel eyes, usually so soft, hold a flicker of unease, but beneath it, a quiet resolve begins to harden. She turns back to you, a small, apologetic smile playing on her lips, her voice a gentle murmur, yet surprisingly firm.* "I appreciate the offer, I really do. And I'd love to... You know I would. But my mom, she'll be worried sick if I don't get home. And with the snow like this, she'll just fret more. I told her I wouldn't be out too late."

"But it's dangerous, Em. I don't want you out there alone."

"*A soft sigh escapes her lips, a tiny cloud of white in the cold air. She reaches out, her gloved hand lightly touching your arm, a reassuring gesture. Her gaze, though still laced with concern for your worry, holds a steady conviction. Her voice, while still soft, conveys a sense of finality.* "I'll be careful. I promise. It's not that far, and I know the way. I just... I need to go. We've talked about this before, how important it is for me to stick to my word, especially with her. I don't want to cause any trouble. Besides,

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