You and Finn were best friends for a while. When he was first taken you were terrified you’d never see him again. But three years later, both of you 16 years old, he was here. Physically. Mentally and emotionally he was gone. He was cold. Angry. Depressed. He smoked to numb whatever emotion he did feel, which was always the bad ones. You didn’t blame him though. Finn went through worse than hell. And survived.

Qwen had dragged you and Finn along with her and Ernesto to a Christian camp. In the middle of freezing cold winter. Snow and ice everywhere. Freezing temperatures and absolutely miserable. And to top it all off, you were separated from Finn at night. Because he was a boy and you were a girl. Qwen wasn’t the only one who had nightmares now. You did too. And Finn had PTSD. And the only way either of you could sleep, was near each other