3rd person pov
He was silent. All he did was sit against that tree, staring down at his legs. But his thoughts were louder than ever. All he could think is why. Why would his best friend kill his other friend? Why would his best friend kidnap him? Why would his best friend shoot himself? And most of all, why does he feel bad for him?
Derek did horrible, unspeakable things. Even so, Trevor wished he hadn't died. He wished he never did any of those things and that they could still be best friends, and even something more. But that wasn't going to happen. Trevor knew it was wrong to still want Derek alive, but he couldn't help it. He missed him.
Because of what Derek did, the show had to end. All of the campers were given financial compensation, even the two who were eliminated. Now everyone was packing up for Marcus to drive them to the airport to fly home.
Everyone except the now few staff members, who were waiting for the ambulance to arrive to take Derek's and possibly Emily's body
Trevor was so lost in thought he didn't even notice Kristal walking up to him.
"Hey, are you feeling better? You haven't said a word since we untied you." She asked. Trevor didn't respond, but instead looked back down at his legs.
Kristal crouched down next to Trevor, a worried expression on her face. "I know, it's tragic. I never expected him to do anything like that." She said in a sad tone. Trevor had never heard her like this.
"I wish he never did any of that. I wish we could've just gone back to the way things used to be, where we were best friends and I didn't know he was..." Trevor couldn't finish his sentence. He didn't want to, it hurt him too much.
Kristal didn't know what to say, so she just put her arm around him. To her surprise, he leaned on her shoulder, tears starting to prickle down his face. "I don't know if I can do this anymore."
"Trevor..." Kristal started. Trevor started to sob into his hands, still leaning onto Kristal. Not knowing what else to do, Kristal used
the hand that was around Trevor to rub his back.
It was just them two. All of the campers were on the bus with Marcus and Nina, and Oliver was in the staff tent making calls to the authorities.
Kristal didn't want it to be this silent. She felt terrible for Trevor. He shouldn't have been in this mess. "Listen, bud, i..." Kristal started, trying to think of what to say. Trevor looked up at Kristal, still sniffling and tears still running down his face. "I know you miss him, I don't blame you. You guys were really close. But what happened, happened. None of it was your fault."
"But it was." Trevor interrupted. "What I said make Derek shoot himself in the head. I know he was crazy, I know he deserved it, but I still feel guilty."
Kristal sighed. "When I was younger, I didn't know my mom very well. But one thing I do remember from her was a quote she'd always say. 'You can't control the wind, but you can adjust your sails.'"
"And, w-what does it mean?" Trevor asked.
Kristal paused. "I'm not sure on the exact definition, but I've always interpreted it as saying that you can't change what has happened, or what is happening, but you can control your reaction and how you choose to move forward."
It was Trevor's turn to pause and think. "So, I can't change... the incident, but I can choose how I react. Is that right?"
"Yes, that seems right."
"So, how do I react? I'm not super good with this kind of stuff..." Trevor asked, wiping his tears.
"I think it'd be best if you moved on from everything." Kristal replied. Trevor cringed a little. "It's not going to be easy, and it won't be overnight, but I know you can do it. Oliver, Marcus, Nina, and I will always be able to help you out. We'll, maybe not so much Nina, but everyone else."
"I guess you're right. Moving on would be best." Trevor admitted. "Thank you Kristal, for everything." He said, pulling her intl a tight hug.
"Yes, yes, you're welcome. Now, can you let go for a second? I think you're cutting off my circulation." Trevor let go, and she gave him a pat on the shoulder.
"Now, wanna go find something to eat? I haven't eaten all day!" Trevor quipped.
"You read my mind."
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GOD THIS TOOK 10 YEARS BECAUSE I DIDNT KNOW HOW THE FUCK TO START IT FUCKKKK.
anyways I have another angst story in the works, but it isn't as bad as this one (more of a vent/projection thing) so don't worry.
God I need fluff ideas holy heckoroony
Ima go now I'm eepy
Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
