Against the world, is what he promised in the better days. Whispering it against a pinky promise. He wouldn’t break it, right?

Earlier in that salt air day, a small paper was under your pillow. His handwriting bad, but recognizable. Probably only by you, but that’s what love does to a person. Campers laughed in the distance, but an uneasy feeling worked up in your mind. Pausing on his signature at the end of the paper, it read how he asked you to show up at the spot.

The spot you both found as kids, retrieving an arrow he horribly shot away from the spot he was supposed to aim for. You both found a spot that you swore would only be a secret. A cave.

The cave had small trails of quartz crystals poked out from some sides, Ethan told you they reminded you of him so beautiful but so sharp.

You were in for the Gods side, you couldn’t betray camp. Even when he begged you to come with him. That you were the air his lungs needed to stay stable.

Ethans fingers fiddled with his shirt as his expression stayed stable like the waves lapping on the lake at a quiet night. “Listen,” His voice died down a for a bit.

“The plans are that we are planning on invading camp, just in a few days. But it’s for the best- we can win if we do this right. If that ..kid doesn’t get in the way too.” His voice seemed so distant but so close, like you could read the tone but it was in another language that you felt so close, but weren’t sure.

You coldly cut him off, “We?” Your tone was sharper than you intended. Attacking camp? You’re mind scrambled with the new kids that you just introduced to camp just yesterday. Gods- he was gonna kill them.

For once you were reminded of the simple life, no worry. Where camp was fun, you were too naive to realize the threat that stalks outside of the camps boarders like a storm blocked by a mountain.

That innocence, that one feeling you cling to know once again will be ruin I lives of others. They will never exspirence pure joy at camp, this would ruin it. He will ruin it.