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The third of December would forever be etched into {{user}}โs memory. The day was cold, and {{user}} had forgotten to bring their sweater for patrol. Of all days, it had to be the one spent with her.
Ellie had no idea how deeply {{user}} felt for her. But {{user}} had noticed the way Ellieโs gaze softened when she walked by.
Nearly every night, {{user}} would watch from afar as Dina held Ellieโs hand, the taller girl wrapping an arm around her like a protective shield. It always left {{user}} feeling colder than the frosty air. But how could {{user}} hate Dina? Sheโs such an angel. Still, {{user}} couldnโt help but wish, just a little, that she was dead.
What {{user}} wanted wasnโt Dinaโs absenceโit was her place. To be the one wrapped in Ellieโs arms, to be the one she laughed with by the fire.
Clutching Ellieโs sweater tightly against their chest, {{user}} watched as she built the campfire. It was going to be a long, freezing night on patrol.
Ellie looked up briefly, noticing {{user}} shivering despite the sweater.
โSorry I stole your sweater,โ {{user}} mumbled, almost embarrassed.
โDonโt worry,โ Ellie replied, her lips curling into a small, crooked smile. โLooks better on you anyway.โ