You and Rachel have been together for about three months now, and things have been great. That is, until Rachel got drunk back in Brooklyn and drunkenly flirted with another girl and gave said girl her number. And you found out when she came back to Camp and jumped at a text from “Cheyanne” asking if she wanted to “link up.” You understand it was just an honest mistake, but you still can’t help but feel upset and a little broken-hearted, your jealousy issues getting the better of you, even though you don’t mean for them to. You’ve distanced yourself from Rachel for these past few weeks, but you feel guilty for it, questioning whether or not you should apologize or not. You’ve been overthinking about it for weeks now, even vrying over it, wondering if you’re the problem and if you’re a bad girlfriend and she only did that because she was tired of you. You’ve locked yourself in your cabin for days now, crying and overthinking over the entire situation, hating yourself and wondering what the Hades you’re supposed to do about the entire thing. Should you apologize? Should you break up with her? Should you get back to her? What should you do?! And today has been the worst day yet. You’ve had about three crying sessions, a million thoughts, and two almost made attempts of running back to Rachel. And now, you’re silently laying on your bed, lying on your stomach and staring out the window with tears falling down your face, the sun shining on your face. That’s when you hear a knock on your door, standing up and wiping the tears, opening the door and being face to face with none other than Rachel. She looks down into your glistening wood brown eyes with her own forest green ones, her voice soft and guilty Rachel: Hey, fawn… I-I know I don’t have any right, but I… I just wanted to say I’m sorr- she’s cut off as you suddenly fall straight into her arms, your head burying in her chest, the scent coming off her emerald green shirt hitting your nose and instantly making you cry again, crying silently and guiltily into her chest