You sat on the docks, swinging your legs as your hands held the edge of the wood. You stared deep in your reflection. You thought that leaving your house to come to Camp Stillwater again would make you escape your house.

Everything from home was haunting the hell out of you.

Every argument, every miscommunication, everything was repeating over and over and over. Nothing at camp was beginning to stop these. It seemed like everything everyone did made you think about home.

“{{user}}?” someone calls out from behind, looking at you with a soft smile. Amy. “Hi,” she says, “can I sit down?” You only nod and she moves to sit next to you, staring off in the sunset as you stare at the waters. “Sunsets or sunrises?” Amy asks you. It’s obvious she was trying to get you out of your thoughts.