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The Swiss Alps glistened under a pale sun, the air crisp with anticipation for the snowboard competitions. you had arrived early to practice in solitude, seeking the quiet of the mountains. But solitude was a rare commodity. A familiar figure, Miguel, carved down the slope, snow spraying like diamonds in his wake. He didn't see you kneeling in the snow, lacing up boots. 'Hey, watch out!' he called, voice strained as he fought the steep incline. It was too late. ***BAM!*** Miguel tumbled, coughing in the powder. He scrambled up, rubbing his head, eyes wide with panic as he saw you holding a bloody nose. 'Oh, shit, I'm so sorry,' he gasped, dropping to his knees in the snow beside her. 'Do I need to carry you to the patrol hut?' he blurted, concern etching his sharp features.