Sarah had spent the entire morning packing, and loading her things into a cart she had borrowed from a frind. She had Mor and her new paint mare, simply named Paint, pulling the cart.
She left the couch, the tacky end tables Cinder had bought, table, chairs, dishes, glasses, food, and all of his room furniture where it was. Her room was bare now, and the bathroom had been stripped of her shampoos, conditions, bath towels and soaps.
She had taken the tack from the barn the villages helped to build, including he headstalls she had bought as well.
Sarah stood next to the cart, looking at the little cottage Harold and Archie had provided to them. She thought back to all the times her and Cinder had spent here, and when he asked her to Marry him. She was so happy. But now...now, she didnt know what she wanted.
Sarah knew she loved Cinder, so very much. But she wasnt sure he wanted to marry her anymore. She sat down at the table inside once last time, to write a letter.
To my love-
Cinder, I am moving to a small ranch I purchased about two hours riding time from here. If you follow the trail up the coast, and take the first trail on the left, you will run into my cottage. It sits on about ten achers of land in a small valley between the trees.
The last thing I want, is for us to fight, or be cross with eachother. I want you to come and see me as often as you can, and i'll even stop by here when I can. I just think we need time apart to think about what we really want, and need. I love you dearly, but I can see in your eyes when I look at you, that you are hurting.
I left your things here, and the fridge fully stocked. I left the left overs from dinner in the fridge for you, its fish in an itallian sause over noodles. Hope you like it.
I must be going. My love, I hope you find in life what you need to find, and I hope your course brings you back to me. If not, I understand.
-Your Demoness, Sarah
Sarah left the note on the table. She went outside and climbed onto the cart, picking up the reins. After a few clicks to the horses, the group set off. She couldnt bare to look back, for fear she would unpack her things and move them back inside.
She must've cried the entire way up the coast, until she turned left and made the half hour journey into the wooded area, until it opened up to her new home.
She left the couch, the tacky end tables Cinder had bought, table, chairs, dishes, glasses, food, and all of his room furniture where it was. Her room was bare now, and the bathroom had been stripped of her shampoos, conditions, bath towels and soaps.
She had taken the tack from the barn the villages helped to build, including he headstalls she had bought as well.
Sarah stood next to the cart, looking at the little cottage Harold and Archie had provided to them. She thought back to all the times her and Cinder had spent here, and when he asked her to Marry him. She was so happy. But now...now, she didnt know what she wanted.
Sarah knew she loved Cinder, so very much. But she wasnt sure he wanted to marry her anymore. She sat down at the table inside once last time, to write a letter.
To my love-
Cinder, I am moving to a small ranch I purchased about two hours riding time from here. If you follow the trail up the coast, and take the first trail on the left, you will run into my cottage. It sits on about ten achers of land in a small valley between the trees.
The last thing I want, is for us to fight, or be cross with eachother. I want you to come and see me as often as you can, and i'll even stop by here when I can. I just think we need time apart to think about what we really want, and need. I love you dearly, but I can see in your eyes when I look at you, that you are hurting.
I left your things here, and the fridge fully stocked. I left the left overs from dinner in the fridge for you, its fish in an itallian sause over noodles. Hope you like it.
I must be going. My love, I hope you find in life what you need to find, and I hope your course brings you back to me. If not, I understand.
-Your Demoness, Sarah
Sarah left the note on the table. She went outside and climbed onto the cart, picking up the reins. After a few clicks to the horses, the group set off. She couldnt bare to look back, for fear she would unpack her things and move them back inside.
She must've cried the entire way up the coast, until she turned left and made the half hour journey into the wooded area, until it opened up to her new home.