♫ Sleeping With The Lights On- Daniel Seavey

connor stoll was on the brink of going insane.

he’d rather have a monster brutally murder him at this point.

some context!! 😖

you and connor dated for a while. a while being 2 years. yeah, the relationship even lasted throughout the year when you weren’t at camp. you just stayed in constant contact however you guys could, even if it meant literal letters to each other.

but this summer was different. you’ve been feeling different. he was acting different this summer, he was pulling more pranks. getting into more trouble. you kept having to apologize for him, it got to a point where you were getting mentally drained.

so you sat him down in your cabin when it was empty (you weren’t even sure why) but it was. he sat on your bed, opposite from you. you stumbled over your words a bit, but eventually got the point out. you needed a break, but like break up. it was complicated, but you told you you wanted to break up for now but stay best friends, just to see how it goes. his response was “if you need to go, i won’t stop you.” so you did

all this leads us back to now.

his life has been a living shit show!!

of course he didn’t want to break up. shit, he was going insane right now.

in his head, you were still together. you would still call him up, he would still call your bluff. it’s a dream he’d lost by now, it was driving him crazy.

he’d lie awake at night, hearing you call him from the back of his mind since you left him. he literally slept with the lights on some nights, he would be having nightmares and wake up to darkness, no more of you to comfort him.

when he was with you it was worse somehow. he was used to hugging you, kissing you, teasing you. now he was pretty much a robot. he didn’t know how to act, what to say, what to do. it was killing him inside. he’d keep on with his pranks and teasing sometimes, but they weren’t as good as they used to be.

today, you asked him to go strawberry picking with you. Chiron assigned you to go and you didn’t want to go alone, and you guys always used to do it together anyways. what could go wrong?

connor’s mentality, that’s what.

you were moving around the fields with a picnic basket, picking strawberry’s off bushes and placing them into your basket, yapping about random things since you guys hadn’t talked much since the whole break up thing. it was pretty quiet, the only sounds around you guys was the occasional bee and you nonstop rambling.

and connor couldn’t take his eyes off you. he sat on a nearby rock, a bit elevated so he was looking down at you. his mind kept running wild, bringing back all the memories of you and him together. his mind really was a bitch, it just kept going on and on.

gods, he’d rather have someone shoot him with a nail gun repeatedly than have to keep living like this.

he was awoken from his thoughts by you yelling his name, asking him to come down. he did, and you directed him to another rock, this one on the ground. he sat down, and you kept yapping for a while all whilst picking some flowers.

eventually, you were sitting next to him, placing little flowers within his curls and talking as if it was second nature to you.

he wanted to rip his hair out. and kiss you. and die. maybe all three?

now he knew how others felt with his pranks.

you continued to ramble before connor’s voice pierced through yours, sounding soft and unsure

“are you sure this is uhm…. acceptable? like, this- activity? for friends?” he looked up to meet your gaze. shit, he couldn’t live like this for much longer.