after a four hour car drive , there was really nothing more that he wanted other than to relax . among a neatly picked guilty-pleasure playlist that occupied him during the ride up , he had started to think about all the things he wanted to do once he arrived , yet … pulling up the familiar parkway seemed to make them fade . now , felix was left standing in the main cabin without an idea of where to go , two backpacks slung over his shoulders with a feeling of not belonging in a place he once felt he belonged most . ❝ i can’t be the only one here yet , ❞ he mutters to himself . after a glance around that held both nostalgia and uncertainty , he spins on his heel toward the door , while continuing , ❝ this is bullsh — oh , hey . ❞
Sky had butterflies in her stomach. She never thought she’d set foot in Crescent Lake again, and she would’ve been happy with that fact, She had very few happy memories from the camp and tried not to dwell on them, but she really looked up to the counselor that had died and wanted to properly pay her respects. The camp was still pretty empty, so she had a feeling that if she left now, no one would notice. No, she shouldn’t. Taking a step into the main cabin, she hardly had time to process the nostalgia before she came face to face with someone else. “Uh, hi.” She smiled, offering a small wave. “Great turnout, huh?” She joked, motioning to the otherwise empty space.
