As I walked along the sandy path toward the dock of Camp Wawanakwa, the weight of recent events lingered heavily on my mind. Geoff's elimination had hit me hard, and I needed a moment to clear my head, yet I felt the familiar ache in my chest, a mix of disappointment and sadness. The rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore called out to me, offering solace in their familiar embrace.

"I miss him already." I clutched my surfboard tightly in my hands as I approached the dock.