Constance
I was relaxing at what was becoming my favorite spot near Mystic Lake, enjoying the wintery view. Everything was blanketed in white. While many may have found the scenery bleak and possibly boring, I found it breathtaking.
Gabriel had taken off somewhere, saying he had a few things he needed to take care of. Alone. It didn’t bother me he wasn’t here. We had spent the last several days in a blissful coma, not really leaving his cabin, or his bed, for an extended period of time. Not only were we in that ‘newlywed’ stage of our relationship, it didn’t help matters knowing we had a time limit before we were separated for an extended amount of time.
We tried staying off the impending subject, opting to make as many memories as we could that
