It was after everyone else passed out.
She crawled into his orange sleeping bag without a word, kissed him like a whisper.
He fell asleep to the sound of the lake water slipping onto the dirt, his hand on her back.
She woke up alone.
They never spoke of it.
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Historia Corta"You're always so angry. You don't just bleed red, Cameron, you are red." eleven teenagers | eleven encounters | eleven colors :: an attempt at the 50 word challenge // all based on real life happenings ::
