{3} Saviour

                                    

                                          
"What is this place?" Logan grumbled, impatiently running a hand through his dark blonde hair as he slowly, yet deliberately, scanned the snow encrusted ground in the forest we were standing in.  
                          
"This," I said, admiration seeping through my voice as my arms swept out wide, "is where I go when I need to get away for a while and just relax." 
                          
Eyebrows scrunched in confusion, he hitched an eyebrow as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket for warmth. I shivered in my thin shirt, wishing I had taken the time to grab my winter jacket. 
                          
Logan noticed my discomfort, but chose to do nothing about it, adding to the frigid temperatures when he turned his back on me, lighting another cigarette. 
                          
"I don't see anything," he said, staring out at the white expanse and surrounding trees. 
                          
Snuffing my boot against the ground I said, "That's because you're looking in the wrong places."
                          
Removing the thin layer of snow covering the ground with delicate fingers, I uncovered hidden wooden planks.
                          
"Train tracks?" He asked skeptically before flicking his cigarette, causing ashes to rain down and stain the pure white snow with coal blackness. 
                          
I nodded. "I like to imagine where these tracks go, you know? I've never seen a train go by, yet the tracks seem to go on endlessly. I sometimes have dreams about the tracks," I said unable to keep the admiration from my voice as I talked about the fascinating train tracks in the middle of nowhere. 
                          
"Have you ever followed the tracks?" 
                          
"No. Well, I've tried, but I always had to come back before I got to the end."
                          
Logan plucked the cigarette from his lips, carelessly dropping it in the snow before turning to me. 
                          
"Why do you come back?"
                          
Rubbing my arms for warmth, I answered, "I have a family to return to; a life to return to. It seems no matter what I do, I always end up back at home."
                          
Logan's brown eyes darkened as a slight breeze blew his long hair across his forehead. His foot swept across the frozen ground, clearing up more of the wooden planks and gravel. 
                          
"How'd you find this place?" 
                          
"Oh, I love to walk at night time and I happened to stumble across this place when I thought I had been lost. I followed the tracks in the way I had come from which lead me back home. Ever since then," I opened up to him, "I've felt a sort of belonging here."
                          
Suddenly, his eyes cleared up and he stole my breath away when his calloused hand wrapped around mine, giving it a tug. 
                          
"Let's go," he said without a second thought, determinedly pulling me forward.
                          
Tripping over the uneven tracks, I struggled to stay upright as I also tried to keep up with him. 
                          
"Go where?" I asked. 
                          
"To the end. Let's see where this goes," he said, throwing his head over his shoulder to give me a ghost of a smile.
                          
My heart thumped relentlessly in my chest, and a warmth spread through my veins as he gave me one last look before continuing on the path of train tracks.
                          
I didn't realize I was lagging behind until Logan's voice broke through the thoughts circling around in my mind. 
                          
"Come on, we've only got three days."