Sitting across from the real estate agent, I watched as she flipped through a thick binder filled with rental listings. The scent of coffee lingered in the air, and the quiet hum of the office made the moment feel almost surreal. I was truly doing this—looking for a place of my own, somewhere safe, somewhere I could finally breathe.
"Alright, let's see what we have," she said, adjusting her glasses. "Most of the rentals in town are apartments or small houses, but I have a few options that might interest you."
She slid a few sheets of paper across the desk. The first was a small one-bedroom apartment above the bakery. Convenient, but too close to the noise of town.
"This one is right in the heart of town," she explained. "It’s great if you like being near everything."
I shook my head. "I think I want something quieter."
She nodded and moved to the next listing. "Alright, how about this one? A little house on the outskirts, with a charming front porch and a tiny backyard. It's got a lot of character."
I studied the pictures but didn’t feel a connection. "It’s nice, but... I don’t know. It doesn’t feel like the right fit."
Then she pulled out a final sheet, pausing for a moment before handing it to me. "This one is a little different," she said, watching my reaction closely. "It’s a small cabin in the woods, about a fifteen-minute drive from town. It’s quiet, secluded, and fully furnished."
I took the paper from her, and the moment my eyes landed on the photos, something inside me stirred. The cabin was perfect. Surrounded by towering trees, it looked like something out of a dream. The wooden exterior blended seamlessly with the forest, and a small porch wrapped around the front. Inside, the pictures showed a cozy living space with a stone fireplace, warm lighting, and rustic wooden furniture. The bedroom had large windows that overlooked the trees, and the kitchen, though small, had everything I would need.
"This one," I said, my voice firm but filled with excitement. "I want to see this one in person."
The agent smiled. "I had a feeling you’d like it. Let me make a call and set up a time for a showing. It’s been sitting vacant for a while, but it’s well-kept."
I nodded, gripping the paper tightly. I had no idea why, but just looking at the pictures made me feel at peace, like this place was meant for me. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was making the right choice.
As she made the call, I allowed myself to daydream. I could picture myself sitting on the front porch in the mornings, drinking coffee while listening to the birds. The thought of lighting a fire in the stone fireplace on a chilly evening filled me with warmth. I could decorate however I wanted, make it truly mine. No more cramped apartments or shared spaces where I had to watch every move I made. This would be my sanctuary.
"Good news," the agent said, pulling me from my thoughts. "The owner is available this afternoon for a showing. If you have time, we can head out in a couple of hours."
My heart skipped a beat. "That sounds perfect."
"Great!" She handed me a card with the address and a few details about the property. "In the meantime, feel free to grab some lunch or explore town a bit more. We’ll meet back here, and I’ll drive us out there."
I nodded, still staring at the pictures of the cabin. The reality of the situation was sinking in—this was really happening. I was about to take the first real step toward a life that was truly mine.
As I left the office, the sun had fully risen, casting a golden glow over the town. The idea of a fresh start wasn’t just a dream anymore. It was within reach, and I wasn’t going to let it slip away.
I stepped outside, taking in a deep breath. The air here was different—clean, fresh, full of possibilities. I decided to grab a coffee before the showing, so I wandered back toward the diner.
Linda was behind the counter, pouring a cup for one of the regulars when she noticed me. "Well, look who’s up early! You find yourself a place yet?"
I smiled as I took a seat at the counter. "I think so. There’s this cabin just outside of town. I’m going to look at it this afternoon."
Linda’s eyebrows lifted. "A cabin, huh? Sounds peaceful. A bit of a drive, though."
"Yeah, but that’s what I want," I admitted. "Something quiet, away from everything."
Dave, an older man who was seated a few stools down, chuckled. "That’s a good place, that cabin. Used to belong to an old hunter. He passed a few years back, and it’s been empty since...I think the Danvers own it now."
"Is it safe?" I asked, sipping the coffee Linda had placed in front of me.
Dave nodded. "Oh, sure. You’ll have plenty of space out there, no nosy neighbors. Just trees and fresh air. But it gets dark out there at night, real dark."
Linda rolled her eyes. "Don’t listen to him, sweetheart. It’s a lovely place, and if it feels right, you should go for it."
I smiled, feeling a little more at ease. "Thanks, Linda."
She patted my hand. "Anytime, hon. Now, you want some breakfast before your big showing?"
I hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I think I do."
As she turned to put in my order, I found myself staring out the diner window, my heart racing with anticipation. Today, I might just find my new home.
The drive back to my cabin felt longer than usual, my thoughts tangled with everything that had happened at the diner. My conversation with Jace had left me with more questions than answers, and no matter how many times I replayed his words in my head, I couldn’t quite make sense of it all.I pulled up in front of the small cabin, cutting the engine before stepping out into the crisp evening air. The sky was painted in hues of deep orange and fading blue, and the scent of pine and damp earth surrounded me. It was peaceful here—quieter than anywhere I had ever lived. But tonight, that quiet felt heavy.As I approached the door, I wasn’t surprised to find a familiar figure leaning against the porch railing. Nolan. He straightened at the sound of my footsteps, his sharp gaze scanning me as if checking for any visible signs of distress."Took you long enough," he muttered, arms crossing over his chest.I sighed, stepping past him to unlock the door. "I didn’t realize I had a curfew.""You
The drive to the diner was a quiet one. The trees lining the road blurred past, their branches swaying under the weight of the wind. My grip on the steering wheel was tight, knuckles white, as I tried to steady the storm of emotions brewing inside me.I kept replaying Nolan’s words from this morning in my mind—one step at a time. But each step felt heavier than the last, each moment spent in this town pulling me deeper into something I didn’t fully understand yet.When I arrived, the diner was just beginning to pick up with the usual morning crowd. Locals gathered in booths, drinking coffee, sharing idle chatter about the day ahead. The familiarity of it was almost comforting. Almost.Jace was already waiting for me in a corner booth, a cup of coffee in front of him, fingers idly tracing the rim of the mug. His gaze lifted as I approached, studying me carefully."You look like hell," he said by way of greeting.I huffed a small laugh as I slid into the booth. "Thanks. You always know
Morning came slowly, creeping in through the curtains in muted shades of gray. The fire had long since died out, leaving behind only a faint scent of smoke and the lingering warmth that barely touched the chill in the air. I shifted beneath the blanket, my body stiff from sleeping curled up on the couch. Every joint in my body protested as I moved, the discomfort a reminder of just how exhausted I had been the night before.For a moment, I had forgotten where I was. The weight of exhaustion made my mind hazy, and for a fleeting second, I could have believed I was somewhere else—somewhere safer, somewhere simpler. But the quiet presence in the room reminded me that reality was much different now.I turned my head slightly, catching sight of Nolan. He was still here, exactly where I had last seen him, sitting in the armchair, his long legs stretched out, arms crossed over his chest. His breathing was slow and even, but I could tell he wasn’t entirely asleep. His presence was reassuring,
The cabin was quiet, save for the crackling of the fire. The warmth spread through the small space, but it did little to ease the storm of thoughts whirling in my mind. The flames flickered, their glow casting long shadows on the walls, dancing in rhythm with the occasional gust of wind that rattled the windows. The scent of burning wood mixed with the faint lingering traces of coffee from earlier, grounding me in the present despite my spiraling thoughts.Nolan had settled into the armchair across from me, his posture relaxed, yet his watchful gaze never wavered. He was here, steady and unwavering, like an anchor keeping me from completely drifting away into my uncertainty. Despite the exhaustion weighing me down, sleep refused to come. My body felt tense, my mind restless. Every answer Nolan had given me only led to more questions, more uncertainty. It was like standing on the edge of a vast ocean, staring into the waves but too afraid to step forward, not knowing how deep the wate
The warmth of the fire flickered against the walls of the cabin, casting shifting shadows that danced across the wooden beams. I sat curled up on the couch, my knees tucked under me, watching the flames as they crackled softly. Nolan sat in the armchair across from me, his posture relaxed, but his gaze sharp, watchful. He hadn’t said much since deciding to stay, but his presence alone carried a weight I couldn’t ignore.I should have felt awkward. I should have told him to leave. But instead, there was an odd comfort in knowing I wasn’t alone.Nolan stretched out his legs, resting an arm over the back of the chair. “You look like you have something on your mind.”I exhaled slowly, rubbing my hands over my arms. “I have a million things on my mind.”He nodded, like he had expected that answer. “You want to talk about any of them?”I hesitated, glancing over at him. His expression was unreadable, but there was patience there, an openness that made me feel like he wasn’t asking just to b
The quiet of the cabin stretched on as I lay curled up on the couch, my phone resting on the armrest beside me. Jace’s last message lingered in my mind, the words repeating like a quiet echo.I know you can. But that doesn’t mean you have to.I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. I had spent so much of my life being told that I had to be strong, that I had to endure, that I had to do things on my own. The idea of leaning on someone, of letting someone be there for me, felt foreign. Uncomfortable.And yet… a part of me wanted to believe it. Wanted to believe that for once, I didn’t have to fight every battle alone.A knock on the door shattered the silence, making me jolt upright. My heart hammered against my ribs as I turned toward the door, my fingers tightening around the blanket draped over my shoulders.Another knock, this one firmer.I hesitated before pushing to my feet, my steps slow and cautious. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Jace had texted, but he hadn’t said he was coming. And