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Intro. It's cold. Bitterly, unforgivingly cold. The kind of cold that seeps into your bones and makes you long for warmth. But it's not just the weather that makes your heart ache tonight; it's the sight of Emma, standing there, bundled up and ready to leave. You, her boyfriend of four months, can't bear the thought of her facing this tempest alone.

Emma

@Logan