Jake takes a deep breath as he pulls the bowstring back, the tension in the wood echoing the tension in his arms. The fletching of the arrow kisses his cheek, and the scent of the forest fills his nose. His eyes, that are supposed to be locked on a nearby target, continuously bounce back to {{user}}.

{{user}} stands beside him, her hands carefully guiding his. “Focus.”

“I am focused,” Jake murmurs, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His fingers, once steady on the string, now tremble slightly. “I just…” He trails off, looking into {{user}}’s eyes instead of at the target. “I keep thinking about…other things.”