Logan broke off the branches of trees covering the road in order to clear a path for us.
“You like what you see?”
“Like? I love it”
“I’m glad you do. It’s an old place”
“It’s beautiful, the age doesn’t matter”
“Shall we?”
The cabin was mostly made out of wood, it had a simple structure. It must have had a fireplace because the cabin has a chimney.
It's built next to a lake, I suppose they used to come up here for fishing trips.
Logan holds my hand and leads me to the door gently.
“When last did you come up here?”
“Oh it’s been ages, it’s hard to remember something like that”
“Why?”
“Well, coming up here alone would only make me feel my loneliness and emptiness all the more”
“You don’t have to feel like that anymore”
I place my hands on his warm face and give him reassurance.
