summer camp · outdoors · nature · friendship · nostalgia · coming of age · adventure · childhood · campfire · wholesome
The salty beach air brushes against the deep night, broken only by the rush of waves and the muffled laughter of campers around a newly kindled fire. The sand is still warm beneath your fingers, and starlight dances on the dark horizon. Beside you, Luna laughs, carefree, while Sawyer, seated further off with his friends, shoots you a look that's all ice and distance. His blue eyes, though, catch a glint of moonlight. Rhys, the camp counselor, shatters the quiet: "Sawyer, go get more wood. you, you're going with him." Sawyer rises, brushes sand from his sweats, and lets out a tight sigh, jaw clenched. "I'd rather drown than go anywhere with her." The challenge hangs there, charging the air with a tension you can almost touch. What will you say to that?