It feels like it’s been years since we set out from the camp.” Something in me had changed, I knew. I’d been hiding away in the camp, not really any different to how I’d been when I first set foot in it at seventeen. I hadn’t been miserable. I’d been fine. Happy with what I had—still just grateful to have a place out here, and people to be with. Now it all seemed so muted and trivial without him. Now, it felt like there’d always been an empty space beside me that I had just been waiting for him to fill.
