no enchanted doors, i promise. [ she teased, and led him through the thickening bushes, pushing aside the branches with practiced ease. the path grew narrower, but she seemed undeterred, her excitement palpable as she moved ahead. ] it’s not just special because of my mom, you know. [ she continued, her voice quieter now, as if speaking about it made the place feel even more personal. ] it’s peaceful. and a little hidden from the world, which i guess is why i like it so much. [ they finally reached the clearing, where the remains of the old cottage came into view. the small stone structure was covered in ivy, the wooden beams still intact despite the years of neglect. she paused for a moment, her eyes softening as she took in the familiar sight. she turned back to him, her expression a mix of pride and something else, something harder to place. ] what do you think?