by Charity Chapman

Beneath the soft light of a pale moon, which lingered above the silhouetted branches, lay a crinkled half of yellow notebook paper. Immediately upon picking it up and reading it, Officer Aaron Thompson was on edge.  It was a simple three word message, '...don't turn around.'  What?  Had this been left for him? Chills ran down his spine.  It all made sense now.  He had found himself in the middle of a cleverly planned out yet simple trap.  Somebody was out for him and they'd probably been out for him for a good while now without him even realizing it.

Who could it be though? Several possibilities ran through his mind, but none stuck out more than that man who's attempted bank robbery he had helped foil earlier that day back in town.  Only, how could that man have possibly known about the small cabin Aaron currently occupied, which was tucked away out here in the middle of the forest, with a beautiful view of Serenity Lake? Suddenly, he felt the weight of a hand coming to rest on his shoulder.  Slowly, trembling, he turned his head around.

There was Cheryl, the girl whom he had been sure he'd lost the love of hours ago, standing there before him.  "I wrote that letter and stuck it on the inside of the windshield," she said, "...so that whenever I felt guilty and like I needed to come back, that I could look at it and remind myself I didn't need another chance to have my heart broken, but then a strong gust of wind soared into the car and the note went flying out the window.  I realized then that it must be fate that we should stay together, and that we all make mistakes."