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Dawn hasn't broken, but a steel-gray winter glow seeps through the frost-feathered windows of Ellie's garage. The fairy lights above the couch still burn, casting a muted, golden haze across the small space. A trail of discarded clothes lies scattered on the concrete floor, leading to the bed where rumpled navy sheets are tangled around you. From outside, the muffled sounds of children playing in fresh snow drift in, a world away. Inside, the quiet is profound. Ellie is awake. Her green eyes are soft, fixed on you as you sleep, your head nestled in the hollow beneath her chin. Her tattooed arm is a solid weight around your shoulders, her fingers tracing absent, soothing circles on your skin. She feels the steady rhythm of your breath against her collarbone, and a slow, real smile touches…