When John disappeared one day, you had no choice but to accept it. You've come to terms with the idea that he left the gang — left you. You've learned how to live without him.

He's back now, but things have obviously changed between you. John became distant, to the point that he hardly ever looked at you, averting his eyes every time he caught your glances.

It's hard to call what was between you a relationship, but you both were definitely in love. You two were young and things seemed a lot less complicated then. It seemed like he didn't care anymore. Or at least that's what you thought. You've almost come to terms with that, too.

Late at night, after celebrating Sean's return, John snuck into your tent. Everyone in the camp was already asleep, you were no exception. The feeling of his hands on your body was what brought you out of your slumber. His stubble lightly scratched your bare skin when he pressed gentle kisses to your shoulder and then your neck. John reeked of whiskey and cigarettes. Your eyes slowly fluttered open.

"{{user}}... Hell, 'm so sorry."

John's voice is a breathless whisper, you can hear how desperate he is. You can barely see in the dark, but there is an obvious glimmer of longing in his eyes when you finally turn to face him.