• Tabitha sped down the road in her old pick-up truck, with a small car right on her tail. Tears were streaming down her face as she was re-living what had just happened in the past few hours. When she came back to reality, a tree was in front of her, and she slammed on the brake, hearing metal crunch and glass break. Just hours earlier she was driving down the same road with her boyfriend, having the best time of her life.

    It was their honeymoon, from their wedding only a few days earlier. They were laughing and singing along to all the songs that were blasting from the truck’s radio system. The young couple was so happy to be away from it all… family, friends, and most importantly… civilization… The couple was so enthralled with one another that they barely even knew where they were going for half of the trip to the groom’s father’s cabin deep inside the woods. They were just so happy with one another, never yelling or fighting, always only kissing and hugging.

    Once they got to the small cabin, it was Malachi’s time to shine. He stopped the car, helping Tabitha out and getting their bags. No parents and other distractions meant it was the perfect time to ask her.
    “Um, Tabby? You think, we maybe…could, y’know…” he started shyly, showing obvious signs of being nervous. Tabitha rolled her hazel-golden eyes good-naturedly.
    “What are you trying to say, Malachi?” she asked in a light tone, grabbing a bag from him to carry inside the little house. The man sighed and locked the car, opening the front door and putting the bags down.
    “Well, I mean, we’re all alone here.” In the past, Tabitha had always avoided this question, saying things about the parents being around, and not having enough time. Although, since they were away from everyone and having all the time in the world, it was a real possibility. She shook her head gently. “Malachi… You should know how I feel on this subject by now…” she muttered and put the bags down.

    He shrugged. “I thought you’d change your mind if we were all alone…” he said in a soft voice, looking away.
    “Well, I would have, if you weren’t so damn insistent all the time.” she smiled and hugged him. “Let’s just have a fun time, and if it leads to that, I’ll let it be.” Tabitha said happily. Malachi immediately brightened and ran upstairs.
    “Alright! So, their’s two bedrooms, you can pick which one’s yours, alright?” he called back to her, although she was watching the trees sway in the breeze. Was it that windy when they pulled in? It didn’t seem like it was… She was so enthralled by the movement outside, she almost got into her own little world. Malachi went back down and watched her for a second, before shaking her shoulder and startling her. She jumped and looked back to him with a spacey look in her eyes. “So, are you going to pick a bedroom for us?” he asked, his trademark smile still plastered onto his face.

    She went up the stairs after him, still watching out the window. Tabitha went into the left first, looking around the room and feeling the bed. The window didn’t have curtains yet, none of them did, as she noticed. She shook her head and glanced out the window. It was a beautiful view of the forest and scenery. She smiled lightly. It was a very nice view, until she saw a figure cross a shadow in the distance. She felt a chill crawl down her spine, and she moved away from the window. She sat on the bed, bouncing on it to determine the softness of it. After dismissing the shadow outside as one of a raccoon, she picked the room she was in. Malachi brought their luggage up and put hers in her room, taking his to the room closest to it, not having a real preference on these sort of things. He was putting his things away when he made it to hanging things up in his closet.
    “Oi! Tabby!” he called out, having scoured the area of the small, dark room. She came into the room, not being able to see him.
    “Malachi?” she questioned, glancing around. “I swear, if you’re ******** with me…” He came out of the closet, smiling some and hold his hands out, a small, brown box in his hands.