The sounds from the campfire echoed off everything in the forest. As the laughter grew, everything seemed peaceful throughout the forest. Stories were being told to bring bodies closer to the flames.
“When I am old,” said Luke, “I will want to live beside my favourite lake.”
Rosalie questioned Luke with curiosity.
“And what lake would that be?”
“This lake, I love everything about this lake. It brings everyone together. Countless memories are always begun here.” Stated Luke. He continued, “Beside my house, there will be a field I will make for my kids, consisting the softest, greenest summer grass they will ever set foot on.”
“Are you going to be alone with the kids here?” asked Rosalie.
“No, I will have the woman of my dreams wake up beside my left arm every morning I’m here, kissing my face to wake myself up for the day. She will be the mother of my children,” replied Luke as he looked at the stars.
As the fire died down both of them became sleepy. Rosalie glances at the smooth lake, watching the sun disappear behind the mountains exclaiming,
“I’m glad you think of me in such a loving matter.” She glances at the beautiful engagement ring on her finger and smiles “Dream big or go home.”
Luke looked up and smiled. They sat and watched the ashes, what was left of the wood as darkness covered the forest with a dark cold blanket of silence.
