Seraphina
I knew I shouldn't be here. The thought occurred every time. Every drive. Every visit. Every time I saw the familiar cabin emerge through the trees. Yet somehow, I always ended up parking anyway. Perhaps because the thought was becoming weaker.
Or perhaps because the loneliness was becoming stronger. I wasn't entirely sure which possibility disturbed me more. The afternoon sun filtered through the forest as I stepped out of my car. For a moment, I remained standing there.
Looking at the cabin. Thinking about turning around. Thinking about leaving. Thinking about doing the right thing. Then the front door opened. Lucian appeared. And just like that, the decision was made. His smile arrived instantly.
Warm. Genuine. As though he was actually happy to see me. The reaction sti
