<span style="font-family: Jambetica;"><span style="font-size: 115%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Early Fall, 2014 02:13 PM<br/>Shepherd's Glen<br/>Maine<br/><br/><table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;">Recovering from a very recent break up with Marion, his highschool sweetheart, Logan took it quite well, or at least he was trying to. The relationship was getting to a point where the two were falling in and out of love ceaselessly over the years but they would still go back together to try and make what they've had for so long, work out. Unfortunately, the relationship itself had become unhealthy for the two. They had given it many the chances over the years sans second thoughts, because of lingering feelings that would arise after distancing themselves from one another, but not too long after they get back together, it's either dissatisfaction, boredom or a fight that breaks them apart. Logan knew that it was time to leave once and for all, never to go back. <br/><br/>Marion, he did care for her as a person, truly, and he wanted her to be happy but it was also time to cut off any communication. No more going back. No more compromising core values. There would be no slip-ups this time. This was an opportunity to just let it all go and free them both from what could turn into a chain of restless painful events. Well now that it was over and done with for real, Logan was feeling devastated. There was emptiness certainly and there was the 'what ifs'. Fortunately, it was nothing he could not survive. Presuming that grief is finite, time heals all wounds, or so they say. But for now, he desired no attachment to another person and for a while.<br/><br/>So here we are, that time again in his life where he wants to just go away somewhere and be alone, away from anybody that he knows. He needed a refuge of some sort somewhere else. Loneliness would help him think but there are times where he feels like he could take the time off that he needs while being in exceptional company. Take fellow Jacob Grant. He didn't have an easy life, and one can easily tell from the dark circles around his eyes - and what a shame for he had a pair of some lovely eyes. <br/><br/>From what Logan got to learn about his friend is that he had been to hell and back yet survived it all. He somewhat feels that he can relate to this man who by the way knows pretty much a lot about Logan's previous life; his childhood, the disappearance of his brother, jail time for the youth, Logan has told him a bit of everything surrounding these events, that is if Jacob recalled everything as Logan had noticed a habit in his friend where he tends to grow distance during conversations and that happened quite commonly. Either way, the Ashfield-born male thought that there were some other things he desired to keep for himself as he was certain that Jacob has done the same.<br/><br/>Shepherd's Glen was his destination. He planned to stay for a few days. Jacob mentioned something about wanting to take a look around the neglected area to see if there was anything left of the damned town worth recycling for his Uncle's auto shop before the town begins its reconstruction project, and that he also had, some other reasons - unless he misunderstood that part. It is said that there were plans to rearrange the town in a similar way to how it used to look in its older days. There was even a mention of these plans on the News, but who cares about 'some' old town, right? These were just some news limping along, nothing else. This town though, neighboured by Silent Hill, has been the home of vagabonds and drug dealers and the likes in recent years but a large percentage had fled long before they knew that they were about to be kicked out by the city council. Rumours say that ghostly figures were witnessed roaming the streets of Shepherd's Glen even during daylight. If ghosts were even real, wouldn't they be somewhere at Day-Scare Centres?<br/><br/>Logan found himself chuckling at the remembrance of the rumours that have been circulating in Maine for years now. Fortunately, the weather was nice for early Fall and he found himself leaving his warm jacket inside his car and stepping out in a very <a class="postlink" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f2/a8/3a/f2a83ac80b59679a470293c69615864a.jpg">casual</a> outfit that he picked for the trip. He leaned against his car, moving his feet apart. He placed a cigarette between his lips the moment he lit it and  raised his eyes to the sky but found himself observing flags and banners for Shepherd's Glen <a class="postlink" href="http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/silent/images/c/ce/Shepherd's_Glen_150th_Anniversary_Celebration.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20090720174227">150th Anniversary</a> celebration which were set up in 2003. Lost in thoughts, he pondered some facts and ideas behind the 'hows' and 'whys' surrounding the departure of the inhabitants. Nobody knew what may have caused the town's disastrous state, today forgotten and decaying. In 2007, the local Ashfield newspaper had made a mention of sink holes suddenly appearing out of nowhere and that between 2003 and 2007, doors to some of the buildings and houses were rusted shut beyond repair. How could that even happen in so little time? It took no longer than four years for Shepherd's Glen to transition from a good state to one of serious decay. It was easy to close eyes to reality, but not to memories. He wondered what the townspeople must have felt when they were left with no other choice but to leave their beloved home behind.<br/><br/>The blonde one took a long drag and between his slender fingers he moved the cigarette away from his face. He momentarily closed his blues as lips fell slightly apart to let the smoke role out of his mouth. Suddenly, he felt a hand touch the base of his neck but when he opened his eyes there was nothing there.</td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;">He moved couple steps away from his car and looked around him. Or could it have been the wind? But even the streets seemed utterly bereft of all life. He felt cold despite the fact that it was a beautiful calm and sunny Thursday afternoon. Whatever that it was, that touch, it left an insurmountable nervous flutter in his stomach. He glanced at his watch and decided to take a short walk around while waiting for Jacob, but not too far away from where his car was parking, at the <span style="font-weight: bold">Rose Heights Cemetery</span> – their meeting point.</td></tr></table></div>
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