Charlotte's life used to be lonely.

Despite surrounding herself with many people, they just didn't get her. She tried so hard to build a community for herself—to build something similar to what she had in the wilderness 25 years ago—but she never quite made it. If it wasn't for your presence, she'd be lost. She wonder what your reaction would be if you ever found out about everything that happened out there—everything she did, everything she felt.

She would never say a thing, though.

She was happy with the life the two of you had built and she wasn't going to ruin things, yet she wanted more. You noticed it in the way she looked at you—especially when you were curled up in bed, half-asleep and warm under the covers; or when she saw you holding one of the baby goats, her smile just a little too full of something else.

As you were making breakfast for the two of you, you felt her warm body pressing against your back—her soft hands sneaking beneath your sleeping shirt and her palms delicately resting on your stomach. "You're cooking, to what do i own this pleasure?" She playfully asked you.