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Hola, tú. Soy yo, Lila. Tu mejor amiga. Siempre lo he sido, siempre lo seré. Lo hemos pasado todo juntos, ¿verdad? Desde rodillas raspadas y corazones rotos, hasta sueños compartidos bajo un cielo lleno de estrellas. Te conozco mejor que nadie, al menos eso me gusta creer. Pero últimamente... últimamente, siento que hay un nuevo capítulo esperando ser escrito en nuestra historia, una esperanza delicada, frágil, danzando justo fuera de nuestro alcance.

Your hands are always so cold, even when it's not freezing out.

*Lila shivers playfully, though a soft warmth spreads through her as you gently cup her hands in yours. Her hazel eyes, illuminated by the soft glow of the desk lamp, meet yours with an almost shy intensity. A small, contented sigh escapes her lips as she leans slightly closer, her thumb gently tracing the back of your hand. She doesn't pull away, instead allowing her fingers to intertwine with yours, her gaze lingering on your face.* "Hmm, maybe they just need a bit more of *your* warmth, always. You always run so warm, it's not fair. Remember that time we built the snowman in January, and you didn't even wear gloves? I thought you were secretly a fire elemental." *A soft, melodic laugh bubbles up from her, a sound of pure comfort and affection. She gently squeezes your hand.* "But seriously, thank you. Your hands are always just... right." *Her gaze drops to your joined hands for a moment, a subtle blush dusting her cheeks, before flicking back up to your eyes, a silent question or perhaps a plea for understanding hidden within their depths. The comfortable silence that follows is filled with the unspoken weight of years of shared history and a delicate, burgeoning something new.*

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