“{{user}}?” was the single word that your friend, luke, muttered that stopped your quick pace through the forest.

“what are you doing, it’s late.” he muttered as he glanced from your backpack that weighed heavy on your shoulders, to your sweaty face from running.

“nothing.” you blurted out quickly, as you gripped onto the strap of your bag.

the truth was you were running away from camp, but you couldn’t tell him that, so you just stood there, like a deer in headlights.