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Chapter 13 - What the heart never forgets

Chapter 13

Sasha’s POV

I love this place the serenity is so present that it takes a hold of my mind and floats within my body. The mountain air is fresh and crispy; the trees are smaller and further apart then down in the valley where they are like giants casting big shadows in the snow. The first sight that meets your eyes when you arrive is a dark brown house almost black in color with small white windows frames and a small glass porch positioned in the front of it.  It’s a one-story house build with logged timber and the first time I was here the roof was blooming with wild floors and grass like the land around it. I had never seen anything like it. It was beautiful. It still takes my breath away.

To enter the house we use the door into the old glass porch, that porch is actually used as a hallway during the winter times to store the winter jackets, skis and stuff like that. After the porch you enter the heart of the cabin; a dim room with raw timber walls and wooden floor, furnished with a variety of old wooden furniture’s in all sizes and shapes. A long dining table with benches is taking up most of the left side in the room, the rest of the room is scattered with rocking chairs, wooden carved chairs, smaller benches with armrest and back rests, small tables in different design and shapes.

To make it warm and cozy Sara has put sheepskins in some of the bigger rocking chairs and on the benches, she has collected a mixture of different handmade throws, blankets and quilts in all sizes, colors and fabric that’s nicely applied around on the furniture’s, hanging on the armrests or folded neatly on a chair. It’s also al types of oil lamps and candleholders placed around or hanging on the walls and three big candelabras on the dining table to provide lightning in the room.

In the center of the room is an open fireplace or as Edward so keenly corrected me it’s called a hearth, that we normally gather around and enjoy the evenings playing cards, game boards, talk and roast snacks over the fire. It’s no electricity connected to this old house or water, but they have build an extension on it that has all the modern facilities we’re used to. By waking across form the entrance it’s a big double door that leads to a modern conservatory with wood interior, this connects to the modern parts of the cabin that contains the kitchen, bathrooms and bedrooms. This is build into the slope in the terrain, so from the front of the house it’s hidden out of sight.

 I had been out in the woodshed and collected more firewood to the hearth and in the darkness of the shed I had managed to push over a big stack of wood. So I had been in there forever to tidy up the mess I had made. Entering the cabin I get setback by the angry voices I hear. I put the wood I had been carrying onto the stack inside of the glass porch and open the door to the heart of the cabin.

  “Get out of my sight, I hate you, you’re so cruel and evil!!!” Cecile looks like a dragon ready to explode where she’s standing fuming and screaming at Brian.

“Hey, you just don’t like to be told the truth, no need to go crazy over it!” Brian shouts back and looks provokingly at Cecile waiting for her to literary hit the roof.

This was insane; Cecile and Brian had never really hit it of as friends but they had been civil towards each other except for small bickering that none of them or us had taken seriously.  Everything had been as normal the first day of the holidays, excluding a very withdrawn Peter. But now it seemed like Cecile was lashing all her anger towards Brian that she carried for Greg that was a no show this Christmas. And Brian was putting fuel to her anger the best he could.

“You’ve never been committed to a girl in your whole life, you have no right to talk about my marriage!” She kicks back at him and stomps her foot in the floor.

“If getting married gets you to get way to skinny and to look ten years older I never want to be committed!” he shouts back at her, she raises her hand and slaps him hard across his cheek. The sound of the impact is echoing thru the room. He gets a big red imprint of her hand on his face. They both look stunned at each other. Cecile looks baffled at her still raised hand “I’m so sorry Brian, I didn’t mean to hit you. I have never hit anybody before!” She starts to sob as Brian takes her in his arms and tell her it’s his fault, he shouldn’t have said what he did to her. He sees me in the doorway and hands her shaking body over to me and leaves the cabin.