Thirty

As the days passed in the forest, the world beyond the trees started to feel like a distant memory. The cabin became our refuge, a place where the chaos of our lives couldn’t reach us. Arthur and I fell into a simple routine, waking up with the sunrise, spending our days exploring the woods or curled up by the fire, and our nights together in bed, where we found comfort in each other’s arms. Making love like rabbits, not our fault though.

we sat on the porch, now, watching the sunset paint the sky in shades of orange and pink. The air was cool, and I was wrapped in one of Arthur’s sweaters, feeling the warmth of his body next to mine. He had his arm around me, and I leaned into him, enjoying the quiet.

“It’s peaceful here,” I said, breaking the silence. “I never thought I’d find a place like this.”

Arthur nodded, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “I didn’t think I’d ever get a moment to just… breathe,” he admitted. “Everything’s always moving so fast, and I’m always trying to stay one s