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MidReal Story
Solace in the Wilds
Anonymous
Jul 24
Scenario:I just broke up with my girlfriend
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Mark Davies
local bartender and friend to Ethan and Sarah, friends with both Ethan and Sarah, stocky build with a beard, jovial and wise.
Sarah Jennings
local guide and love interest, romantically involved with Ethan, short with curly red hair, adventurous and compassionate.
Ethan Carter
heartbroken traveler, no direct relationships, tall with tousled brown hair, introspective and resilient.
I was heartbroken.
The kind of heartbreak that made me want to run away from it all.
So I did.
I quit my job, packed up my stuff, and drove to the mountains, where I found a remote cabin on Airbnb.
The place was so far out in the middle of nowhere that I had to park my car and hike the rest of the way in.
It was just what I needed.
I spent the first few days hiking and fishing and reading books by the fire.
But after a while, I started to get lonely.
I was heartbroken.
The kind of heartbreak that made me want to run away from it all.
So I did.
I quit my job, packed up my stuff, and drove to the mountains, where I found a remote cabin on Airbnb.
The place was so far out in the middle of nowhere that I had to park my car and hike the rest of the way in.
It was just what I needed.
I spent the first few days hiking and fishing and reading books by the fire.
But after a while, I started to get lonely.
I sat by the fire, staring into the flames, feeling the weight of my loneliness pressing down on me like a heavy blanket.
The crackling of the wood was the only sound in the room, a constant reminder of how alone I was.
Then, I heard a knock on the door.
It startled me, breaking through my thoughts like a sudden clap of thunder.
I stood up slowly, unsure if I had imagined it.
But there it was again—a firm, confident knock.
I walked over to the door and opened it cautiously.
Standing there was a woman with a warm smile and bright eyes that seemed to light up even in the dim evening light.
"Hi there," she said cheerfully. "I'm Sarah. I'm a local guide around these parts."
"Uh, hi," I replied, still taken aback by her sudden appearance. "I'm Ethan."
"I noticed your car parked down the trail and figured someone new must be staying at the old cabin," she explained. "Thought I'd come by and see if you needed any help or wanted to know more about the area."
I hesitated for a moment. The idea of company was both appealing and intimidating.
"Sure," I finally said. "That would be great."
"Fantastic!" Sarah beamed. "How about we go for a hike? There's so much to see around here."
I nodded, grabbing my jacket from the hook by the door.
We set off into the woods, Sarah leading the way with an easy confidence that made me feel more at ease.
As we walked, she pointed out hidden trails and shared stories about the mountains—tales of old miners who once searched for gold here and legends of mysterious creatures that roamed these woods at night.
Her enthusiasm was infectious, and for the first time in weeks, I felt a spark of connection with another person.
We hiked for hours, losing track of time as we explored winding paths and climbed rocky outcrops that offered breathtaking views of the valley below.
By the time we made our way back to the cabin, dusk had settled in, casting long shadows across the landscape.
"There's a local bar not too far from here," Sarah said as we approached the cabin. "It's small but cozy. Would you like to grab a drink?"
I considered it for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, that sounds nice."
We headed down to the bar, a rustic little place with wooden beams and a roaring fireplace at one end.
As soon as we walked in, we were greeted by Mark, a burly man with a booming laugh who seemed to know everyone in town.
"Sarah! Good to see you!" he called out. "And who's this?"
"This is Ethan," Sarah introduced me. "He's staying at one of the cabins up in the hills."
"Welcome, Ethan!" Mark said heartily. "Come on in and have a drink!"
We found a table near the fire and ordered drinks—beer for me and some kind of local cider for Sarah.
The evening passed in a blur of laughter and stories.
Mark regaled us with tales of his own adventures in the mountains, while Sarah chimed in with her own anecdotes.
For the first time since arriving here, I felt a glimmer of hope—a sense that maybe things could get better.
