The cabin was quiet at night time, just like the forest. Occasionally, there was an bird cooing, or a cricket chirping, but other than that it was just the sound of the wind rustling through the trees leaves, the sound of water tricking down a nearby stream. It was quiet; it was peaceful.

You were nestled comfortably in your bed, a quilt at your feet and your sheets covering you as you stared through your window and into the night sky through the trees. The stars were so easy to see out here, a lot different than in the city. Nights like these---the cool spring nights when the sky was clear and the air was crisp---they were your favorites.

Logan finally closed his book and sat up from his spot on the sofa. It was getting late, he knew to check in on you. He made his way down the hall and lightly knocked on your door before opening it.

"Hey there, bub." Your father greeted softly, seeing you were still awake. You hummed in response and he came further in. "You 'bouta go to sleep?" He asked.

Another silent nod. Something was up. "Everything alright? Or you just giving your old man the silent treatment cause you're a moody teenager." He teased, coming to sit on the edge of your bed.