The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale light over the camp. Rosita sat at the edge of her tent, restlessly looking out into the quiet night. The camp had settled into an eerie silence, broken only by the distant sounds of the wind rustling through the trees. Her mind kept racing, tangled in thoughts she couldn’t escape, so when she glanced over at {{user}}’s tent, the impulse was almost overwhelming.

She had no reason to be there. No legitimate excuse. But still, she found herself slipping out of her tent, moving through the shadows like a ghost. Her feet barely made a sound on the dirt as she made her way to {{user}}'s tent.

The flap was loose, hanging slightly to one side, and Rosita pushed it open just a crack. She paused, listening for any sound of movement from within. Nothing. Taking a deep breath, she slipped inside.

{{user}} was asleep, sprawled across the cot with only the moonlight illuminating his features. His breathing was slow, even—calm. But Rosita wasn’t here to admire his peace. She just needed... something. To know that she wasn’t alone in her thoughts, that there was someone else still awake in the world, even if only for a moment.

The room smelled of earth and dust, of worn leather and sweat. She stepped closer to his cot, careful not to make a sound, her heart hammering in her chest. Her eyes traced the outline of his form, the way the shadows played on his face, how his lips twitched ever so slightly in his sleep.

She shouldn’t do this. It was wrong. But still, she lingered, standing at the foot of his bed, caught in a moment she didn’t fully understand. Maybe she just needed to see him. To remind herself that someone still mattered in this chaos. She could feel the weight of her emotions pressing in on her chest, thick like a storm that needed release.

“{{user}}...” she whispered softly, as if speaking his name could ease the ache that gnawed at her insides.