a sister who's actions are untamed,
and a brother who's feelings are untamed.
With complete different personalities, yet an awesome bond, the siblings join a summer camp. She plans to fix her problems, he plans to make friends.
But while she's able...
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I'm almost asleep when Newt speaks.
"Lynn?"
Some kind of hum leaves my mouth. I'm too tired to reply in full sentences, especially after a whole afternoon full of swimming and then laughing beside a bonfire.
"Do you ever feel bad?"
That wakes me more; deep talk.
"About?"
"I don't know," he says. "Anything."
"Yeah, sometimes."
As in guilt. If that's what he's referring to.
"And about nothing?"
The raised eyebrow scrunch a bit. This question is weird and understandable at once. "If I sometimes feel bad about nothing?"
"Yeah."
"Hm." Another hum. "Not really."
"Oh."
He doesn't sound disappointed or extremely sad, but something in his voice tells me he does sometimes feel bad about nothing. "How come you do?"
"That's the point. There's nothing to feel bad about. Or to be sad about. Yet I am."
"Are you right now?"
"A little bit."
Now it's my time to pull the oh.
"Don't worry, though."
"Don't say that," I reply, and sit up. It doesn't really help to get a better look at him. It's too dark in our tent.
Stupid, but I usually sleep with a little light on my nightstand. I feel trapped when it's completely dark. But Newt seems to prefer this, so I'll feel trapped for him. Though it has crossed my mind that maybe he thinks the same about me, and we both feel trapped at this point, thinking the other doesn't.
But his presence makes me feel less trapped, so it's okay.
"Wanna talk about it?" I suggest, then change my mind. "Well, if you're sad for no reason, we can't really talk about the reason, but we can talk about other things. Whatever you want."
It takes a few seconds for him to reply. I wait patiently. "It's really stupid, but I guess I'm a bit homesick. For my parents. My own room. My books." A short pause. "I mean, to be honest, if we would've had air mattresses, I probably would've begged to go home already."
