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The Cabin
シナリオ:Sometimes life is so cruel and hard that I just want to escape and ever look back
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Lily Carter
introspective, and determined. After a neardeath experience, she moves to a secluded cabin to escape her past and addiction. She struggles with loneliness and the urge to return to her old life but finds solace in nature and her journal. Her journey is marked by selfreflection, growth, and the pursuit of redemption.
Jason Mitchell
loyal, and protective. Jason helps Lily through her recovery from addiction and supports her decision to move away for a fresh start. He visits her at the cabin, bringing supplies and offering companionship during her isolation. His presence provides comfort and reassurance as Lily navigates her new life.
Mark Thompson
controlling, and selfish. Mark's actions contributed significantly to Lily's downfall into addiction. Despite his attempts to reconnect with Lily after she leaves him, he remains a painful reminder of her past struggles.
Sometimes life is so cruel and hard that I just want to escape and never look back.
I have been saying this over and over again in my head.
I am not a bad person.
I don’t deserve all the bad things that have been happening to me.
I am at peace with myself, but I just can’t seem to find peace with my maker as well.
I thought I had it all figured out, but I guess I was wrong.
I am at a crossroads in my life right now.
I don’t know what to do or where to turn, but I know that I will be fine no matter what happens next.
I will get through this no matter what.
I am strong, resilient, and a survivor.
I will always land on my feet no matter what happens next.
I am confident in myself and my abilities.
I will always come out on top.
That’s what they all say, but how does one figure out what they truly want in life?
How does one know when they have found their purpose in life?
What happens when one loses their way or gets sidetracked?
How does one get back on track?
So many questions and not nearly enough answers.
I am still searching for all the answers in my life, but I will find them no matter what happens next.
I sat on the porch of the cabin, the cool breeze rustling through the trees.
The sun was setting over the mountains, casting a warm orange glow over the property.
I had just finished dinner and was enjoying a glass of wine when I heard the sound of tires crunching on the dirt driveway.
I stood up and walked to the edge of the porch, watching as a black SUV pulled up in front of the cabin.
A man got out of the driver’s side door and walked towards me.
He was dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a black T-shirt, his hair cut short and styled perfectly.
He had a rugged look about him, like he had spent years working outdoors.
As he got closer, I could see that he was carrying a large duffel bag over his shoulder.
"Hey," he said, stopping at the bottom of the porch steps.
"Hey," I replied, taking another sip of my wine.
"Who are you?"
"I’m Jason. I work for your dad."
"Oh, nice to meet you."
I set my wine glass down on the porch railing and walked down the steps to greet him.
"I’m Lily."
He smiled and held out his hand for me to shake.
"It’s nice to meet you too. I brought some supplies for you."
He turned and walked back to his SUV, pulling out several bags of groceries and a cooler filled with food.
"Thanks," I said, taking one of the bags from him.
"I appreciate it." He nodded and handed me another bag.
"I also brought some clothes for you. Just in case you need them."
I took the bag from him and set it down next to the other one.
"Thanks again. I really appreciate it."
"No problem," he said, smiling at me.
"I’ll let you get settled in. If you need anything else, just give me a call."
He turned and walked back to his SUV, getting in and starting the engine.
I watched as he backed down the driveway and pulled away, disappearing into the trees.
I stood there for a minute, watching as his taillights disappeared into the distance.
Then I picked up my bags and headed inside to unpack.
It was time to get settled in for my stay here at the cabin.
I stepped inside the cabin, setting my bags down on the wooden floor.
The air inside was musty and stale, filled with the scent of aged pine.
I took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill my lungs.
It was a welcome change from the heat of the day.
I began unpacking my bags, placing my clothes in the small dresser and stacking my canned goods on the kitchen shelf.
As I opened one of the drawers, my fingers brushed against something cool and smooth.
I pulled it out, surprised to find an old journal bound in leather.
I opened it up, flipping through the yellowed pages.
It was an old diary, written by someone who had stayed in this cabin before me.
I sat down at the table by the window, running my fingers over the words on the page.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" a voice suddenly asked from behind me.
Startled, I turned to see an elderly woman standing in the doorway, her eyes twinkling with a knowing look.
"I didn't realize anyone else was here," I replied, clutching the journal tighter.
"I’m Mrs. Hargrove," she said, her voice warm and gentle.
"I take care of the cabin for your father."
I stood up, feeling a little uneasy.
"I didn’t know anyone else was staying here," I said, trying to hide my surprise.
She smiled and walked over to the table, sitting down in the chair across from me.
"It’s okay," she said, reaching out and placing a hand on my arm.
"I won’t bother you. I just wanted to introduce myself."
I nodded, feeling a little more at ease.
"Thank you," I said, smiling back at her.
She stood up and walked over to the kitchen, opening one of the cabinets and pulling out a small notebook.
She flipped through the pages, stopping at one and running her finger over the words written there.
"This place has a way of healing," she said, her voice soft and reflective.
"It’s been in our family for generations. My grandfather built it with his own two hands."
I watched her as she moved around the kitchen, her hands deftly arranging the items on the counter.
There was something about her that was so calming, so reassuring.
It was as if she had been waiting for me all along, ready to offer her guidance and support whenever I needed it. "I see you found the journal," she said, glancing over at me as she continued to unpack the groceries.
"Yes," I replied, holding it tightly in my hands.
"It’s an old diary. I was just reading through it."
She smiled and nodded her head.
"That belongs to my grandmother. She wrote in it every day while she was here."
I looked down at the journal, feeling a strange connection to it now that I knew its history.
"Do you think you could tell me more about this place?" I asked, looking up at her with curiosity.
She smiled again and nodded her head.
"Yes," she said, walking over to sit down next to me at the table.
"This cabin has been in our family for generations. It was built by my grandfather when he first fell in love with my grandmother. He wanted a place where they could escape from the world and be together."
She paused for a moment, lost in thought as she looked out the window at the trees beyond.
"He built this cabin with his own two hands," she continued.
"It took him years to finish it, but he never gave up. He loved my grandmother more than anything in this world."
