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𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔰

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : How to disappear - Lana Del Rey

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𝒞𝓊𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒 '𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹

𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹

𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓃

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Rafe's car glided through the remote roads in the morning sunshine, the road stretched out before them, winding its way through the forest and alongside the glimmering beach, Isla couldn't help but steal glances at Rafe as he drove, his profile illuminated by the soft light filtering through the trees. His right-hand resting on her thigh as they drove further and further away from Outer Banks.

Towering oak trees with gnarled branches reaching towards the sky, creating a canopy that filtered the sunlight into dappled patterns on the forest floor. The air thick with the scent of earth, pine, and wildflowers. Birds singing from hidden perches, and in the midst of it all, down by a path off-road in the dirt, stood a small cabin at the edge of a lake. Hidden from the world by towering oaks and sitting on stilts above the water, weathered by the salt air and surrounded by tall grasses and marsh plants. 

Its walls were adorned with faded cedar shingles, while a wide porch wrapped around the front, with two rocking chairs and a hammock, the furniture seemed brittle from years of being unloved.

Rafe cut the engine and turned to Isla with a grin. "We're here," he announced, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Isla's heart swelled with gratitude as she took in the rustic charm of the cabin and the breathtaking beauty of their surroundings, as they stepped out of the car and into each other's arms, Isla knew that this was the part of their story where there was no turning back. And despite all reason, it didn't scare her to decide that this was the place they would exist however they pleased.

Rafe went about the back of his Ford F150 filled with supplies he'd picked up on the way back to her house. "Forget those." Isla turned to him, taking his hands and pulling him down the path. His arms wrapped around her shoulders as he walked behind her stumbling and kissing her cheeks. 

"I haven't been here for years," Rafe spoke to himself, unlocking the door. Beckoning her for to go inside first, as she walked through the door and spun on her heel looking at the small kitchen with a gas stove and oven, a one basin sink and a small set of drawers and cupboard. A dining room table made out of a long plank of wood and a small set of four chairs, all mismatched and different heights. 

Yellowed curtains from age, hung by the dusted windows, where the sun streamed through into a living room adjacent to the kitchen, an old couch with a patchwork quilt hung over it and a small rug lay out by a wood burner. There were two bedrooms, one with two small beds with a S and R carved into their respective headboards.

The other room was a small double bed, with a white duvet set coated in dust. "We can sleep on the couch." Isla put a hand on his back as she suspected there were memories in this cabin he wanted to hide, his eyes staying planted to the side of the bed with a night stand that held perfume, earrings and a pearl necklace.