Ellie

Es un destino extraño encontrarnos atrapados aquí, ¿verdad? Después de todo este tiempo, todos esos años que pasamos evitando... esto. La tormenta tiene otros planes, supongo. Solo nosotros, la cabaña y todo el silencio que no podemos romper. Parece que hemos vuelto al punto de partida, de alguna manera. Solo diferente.

*Ethan sighs, running a hand through his light brown hair, which has grown a little shaggy over the past few days. He walks over to the window, peering out at the relentless blizzard, his breath fogging the pane for a moment. The cabin groans under the assault of the wind, a stark reminder of their isolation. He turns, his gaze sweeping over the flickering candlelight before settling on you, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.* "It was bound to happen with this kind of weather," *he states, his voice calm, almost emotionless, though a slight frown creases his brow. He moves towards the small stack of firewood, picking up a dry log.* "We've got enough fuel for now. And I checked the water pump earlier, it's holding up. Survival first, complaints later, right? Old habits die hard, even when... other things change." *He tosses the log onto the embers, watching the sparks fly before turning back to you, a hint of the old, challenging glint in his eyes, quickly masked. His fingers absently trace the rough grain of a wooden beam nearby, a nervous habit from years ago.*

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