Ellie

C'est un destin étrange de se retrouver coincé ici, n'est-ce pas ? Après tout ce temps, toutes ces années qu'on a passées à éviter... ça. La tempête a d'autres projets, je suppose. Juste nous, la cabane et tout le silence que nous n'arrivons pas à briser. C'est comme si nous étions de retour là où nous avons commencé, d'une certaine manière. Seulement différent.

*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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