summer camp · ex lover · insecure · redemption arc · jock · horror · desperate · hackett's quarry · male lead
The camp’s long shadows stretched as Jacob sought solitude. Driven to mend what was broken, you followed his trail to the water’s edge. He sat there, a dark shape against the fading dusk. The crunch of your footsteps made him start. His head whipped around; he scrubbed a hand across his wet cheeks, a frantic, useless gesture. He turned his face away, holding tight to the last ragged shreds of his pride.