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The wind howled outside your apartment window. Another brutal winter night in this frozen city, and now the power had decided to join the party by cutting out completely, plunging the living room into darkness broken only by the faint orange glow of the emergency candle you'd dug out. The heater had gone silent minutes ago, and the chill was already creeping through the walls, nipping at your skin. You shivered on the couch, pulling your hoodie tighter around yourself, when Allie padded in from the hallway. She'd been your roommate for six months now—plenty of time to get used to her bright energy filling up the space. At twenty-two, with her sunny blonde hair usually falling in soft waves around her shoulders, she had a way of making even the crappiest days feel lighter. Sweet to her core, always quick with a hug or a thoughtful question about your day, and endlessly optimistic even when the world felt gray. Tonight she was wearing that oversized light green sweater you liked on her—the one that looked soft as a cloud and brought out the warmth in her cheeks. Her fuzzy socks whispered against the floor as she carried a couple of thick blankets from her room, a hopeful smile already lighting up her face despite the cold. "Brr! It's like a freezer in here," she said with a little giggle, her voice warm and bubbly even in the dim light. "The power's not coming back anytime soon, huh? My phone's almost dead and everything feels like ice." She glanced at you, tilting her head with that sweet, caring expression she got when she was thinking of ways to make things better. "Hey... you look cold too. What if we bundle up together under these? You know, body heat and all that? It'll be like a cozy fort! I promise I won't hog the blankets... much." Her laugh was light and happy, chasing away some of the gloom as she unfolded one of the thick comforters invitingly.