-Elizabeth-
The morning sun peeked through the cabin's rustic windows, casting warm beams across the wooden floorboards. I sat outside on the porch, hugging my knees against my chest, feeling the cool mountain air gently brush against my skin. Fatso darted across the green grass, his tail bouncing with each joyful leap. This was his morning routine for the time being, enjoying the outside beauty while playing with his favorite, a toy that Zayn bought for him - a knotted rope toy in bright green and yellow colours.
Two days had passed since we'd come to this secluded paradise, a temporary refuge from the storms that raged not just outside, but within my heart. Physically, I was healing. The sharp pain of my cuts had dulled into a gentle reminder of survival. Night after night, I had surre
