The Cabin in the Mountain

The streets are cold and wet as you are driving up to the mountains to head to the cabin one last time. You felt that the weather was connecting with how you felt at the moment as you were driving. The only words that were close to how you felt were "Cold and alone". Your heart had felt like it was cut with a knife.

You didn't have it coming.

The betrayal after so many years together. You gave up everything to be with him and now you are all alone. You bring down the windows of your 1974 Dodge Challenger R/T like that you can hear the sounds of the winter air hoping that it will bring you some peace of mind as you are driving up.

The cabin on Drowsy Mountain came about when Frankie presented you with this idea to have a staycation house. After they came back from that mission in Colombia Santi bought a cabin and quickly told Frankie to get one as well. At first you weren't sure about the idea of having another house but Frankie wanted to have a place to escape every once and a while. The driving distance was only half an hour from the city and it always looks like it's snowing there. These were the things that Frankie told you to convince you about the cabin. Didn't take much for you to say yes. This cabin was going to be the future of you and Frankie. Something to look forward to every week and make memories along the way.

The drive was something you would see in a travel magazine. Only one way in, one way out. The trees from the forest were tall with bright green leaves in spring time. The mountains you can see from all sides and just like Frankie said they looked like it was always snowing. You experienced all the seasons in this cabin. The cabin was something that came out of the magazine. Coming to the cabin made you explore things that you never thought of doing like writing. This cabin became a place where you looked forward to coming and just escaping the normality of the city.

One weekend Frankie had a surprise for you. He had sent you to do a couple of errands which you had found very old but when you returned to the cabin you had found the cabin filled with rose petals and candles. This was the night that he proposed to you.

After a year you and Frankie married and life couldn't get any better. The typical Morales weekend consisted of heading up to the cabin and just forgetting the rough week you had at your accounting firm and Frankie's helicopter tour company. Going up the streets it just felt right. Windows down as you liked to go up to like that you felt the cold breeze. Frankie hated having the windows down because he would say it would dirty the R/T but you didn't care. Driving up gave you the opportunity to hear nature at its best. You would be able to see the trees and every once and a while catch a deer running through the forest.

There were weekends that you would go on your own to just write. Other weekends the boys would go up with Frankie to go fishing at the local lake. But on most weekends it was just you and him. Sitting by the fire caressing each other and showing one's love to one another.

But today driving up to the cabin it felt different. Memories kept coming to you as you were driving. All you could think of was how Frankie loved to kiss your shoulders and your neck slowly and call you "My Bambina" and constantly tell you "I love you". Making love by the fire endlessly and wishing that the weekends would never end. His touch is all you can remember and you pass your hands through your neck.

But life can't always be perfect as they say. After 2 years of marriage things started getting complicated. The trips to the cabin were cut short to never. The arguments increased and the separation began. During the last confrontation Frankie storms out and you don't hear about him for 3 days. Worried sick you were.

Where can he be?

Is he ok?

He doesn't answer his phone?

Should I call Santi?

Benny?

What should I do?

After a week without communication he shows up to the house. With tears in your eyes you run to him and hold on tightly to his chest. His reaction was motionless; he didn't hug you back. You question why he went away, what led him to do this, what's wrong. With sadness in his eyes he tells you " I can't do this anymore". WIthout explanation he slowly lets you go and walks out. You are left with the sensation of him in your hands as he walks away.

What just happened?

What is going on?

Just like that the next day he comes to pick up his stuff and drives off with no word to you.

The coldness of pain runs through your veins. What did you do to deserve this? How can life be so cruel and harsh? All you can do is cry to let your emotions out but it doesn't solve the issue.

The day you are given the divorce papers is when reality hits hard and you don't think you can overcome the pain and anxiety.

Months have passed. Tears have been cried all you can do is think how can i move forward with life. Frankie left you the cabin so you decided that you were going to sell it because you did not want to endure the memories that the cabin had on your life so you decided to go up to it one last time.

You pack a bag, get in your car and ride up the cold streets and check out the views of mountains because they always look like they have snow all the time.