Gwen was saying poor shit to Fin. She said something she shouldn’t. We were at a Christian camp for her, and robins younger brother, Ernesto, he was only 17. **“Oh, you don’t think I know what is real? You think I don’t fucking know it was real? It’s all I ever think about, alright. You don’t know what it was like down there. Nobody fucking knows…”** I freeze, he acted like I wasn’t down there with him. He acted like I didn’t help him kill the grabber. He acted like we didn’t share food, or body heat, or water, or our first kiss. I turn and walk to the cabin.