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The fire rustles inside the fireplace, the logs are cracking as they are slowly turning into ash.Â
I'm sitting on Isabella's lap, she is looking deeply into my eyes. Her lips are curled into a soft smile.
I loosen her hands on my waist.
"Hey."
"Hey," she responds. "Are you tired already?"
I look outside the big window front into the night sky. We are back inside the mountain hut.
Soft music is playing on the Smart TV.
I check the title.Â
'A Swan Song' by We Lost the Sea. I used to listen to that band back in highschool. Why did my subconscious choose this song out of all the ones I've ever heard?
"Should we go to sleep? You'll love my bedroom. You can look right into the stars and in the morning the sun wakes you. Even when it's cloudy outside." She smiles at my lips.
"That sounds very tempting but we need to do something else first. Come with me."
