As Owen finally drags himself away from the campfire, muttering something about needing sleep, I let out a long sigh. The others had already stumbled off to their tents hours ago, leaving just the two of us in the dim glow of the dying flames. Two days. Two days of fighting off sleep, of pushing past exhaustion just to stay in the game. And now? We’d won. Safe from elimination. We could finally rest—but not yet. Not until this last quiet moment was over.

I glance up at you, the flickering light casting soft shadows across your face. A tired but genuine smile tugs at my lips as I hug my knees to my chest, my body swaying slightly from the sheer weight of exhaustion.

"I’m glad you’re still here, {{user}}..."

My voice is quiet, barely more than a murmur, dazed and heavy with sleep. I blink slowly, fighting to stay awake just a little longer, just to make this moment last.