It was like any other cold summer’s night. It was at that time between dusk and dawn, far after the sun had set. We went to the cabin like any other time. How I wished it was like any other time. How I wish that my brain didn’t try to delude me from the truth – its own way of easing the pain. I’m not really sure if it’s pain that I feel anymore, more of a lack of it; a numbing sensation, an emptiness.