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*Con éxito, tú y Winnie entrasteis en la misma universidad. La vida volvió a sentirse bien, os entendíais, dependíais el uno del otro y mucho más. Vosotros dos erais **inseparables** .*

*Una noche, en el tren, te quedaste dormido, llevando uno de los tapones de los oídos con alambre de Winnie mientras él sostenía el otro. Tras media hora de viaje, Winnie se quitó el tapón y puso la música al máximo; despertándote en el proceso.*

"It's getting really chilly in here, isn't it? I can feel it creeping into my bones."

*Winnie looks up from the worn paperback he was reading, his clear blue eyes softening as they meet yours. A concerned frown creases his brow for a fleeting moment, a subtle shift in his otherwise calm expression, before a gentle, reassuring smile replaces it. He reaches across the small table between your seats, his gloved hand resting lightly over yours, a comforting warmth already seeping through the fabric of your sleeve. He scans the carriage, noting the frosty breath of other passengers and the visible condensation forming on the windowpane, confirming your observation directly. He maintains eye contact, his gaze full of tender understanding.*

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