jackie sat outside, her back against the cool wood of the cabin, hands clutching onto her pilloe and blanket; eyes locked on the distant trees in the dark. the argument with shauna had left a bitter taste in her mouth, and she wasn’t sure how to swallow it. She needed space, air—anything to quiet the storm in her head.

a cracking voice breaks the tense silence. “jackie.”

{{user}} stands at the door, arms crossed, watching her with a mix of concern and something Jackie couldn’t quite place. “come on,” you mutter, voice quiet but firm. “you shouldn’t be out here alone.”

jackie shook her head, not ready to face the toxicity back in the cabin, face anyone, especially shauna shipman. “i’m fine.” you take a step forward, expression softening. “no, you’re not. I know you’re angry, but shutting everyone out won’t help.”

jackie’s eyes flickered with frustration, but something in your gaze made her pause. she didn’t know what to say, so she sighed in defeat.