she leaves his embrace for only seconds to pick up her bag
and to kick off her shoes once they step inside
their main staircase is much grander than hers
a façade, of course
like everything in a wealthy house
she finds herself longing for isaac's forest mansion
which somehow seems much more personable in comparison to this austere, almost haunted place
he ushers her up the stairs,
hand warm on the small of her back
he takes her hand once they reach the landing,
pulls her along behind him down an impeccably decorated hallway
and opens a nondescript door
she realizes it's the door to his room
and it becomes remarkably un-nondescript
the room is dark as she crosses over the threshold
he reaches behind her and flips what is presumably a light switch
she feels almost like an intruder
upon seeing how personal the space is
there are pictures in frames everywhere
and an expensive-looking camera sits on the desk
she walks over to one of the displays
it's of the forest around his father's lodge in winter
snow dusting the branches as though painted
the drifts below unmarried by footprints
with an almost eerie bluish white glow surrounding the scene
it's ethereal
breathtaking
she reaches out, as if to touch it
'i didn't know you were into photography, isaac"
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into the woods (on hold)
Short Story*on hold until further notice* she took off her shoes and walked into the woods she felt lost and found with every step she took and she explored things she never would have dared to before
