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10 years ago
Eve is trying her best to keep up the conversation with this guy. She feels guilty for cutting him off earlier. Besides, the other option is go dancing or saying goodbye to her camp friends. They must be hugging each other, dancing and saying how missed they’ll be. She won’t miss them and she is a terrible dancer. She is awful at parties in general, at least when the fun part is over.
“So… I’m pretty good at archery,” Mark murmurs.
“Oh, that’ll be useful if you have a time machine, and your time machine breaks and you’re stuck in the medieval ages,” Eve replies. She didn’t even try laughing it off, she is bored.
He chuckles softly. “You’re funny. It’s weird.”
She scoffs. “Yeah, I’m weird.”
“Me too,” he says.
“Yeah, right. Everyone loves you and your dad is like, famous or something,” she downplays.
“My parents are getting a divorce, that’s why I had to go to camp, so…” he trails off. His voice is weak and trembling at the end.
Fuck. Now, Eve is bored and uncomfortable. What is she even supposed to say? “I’m sorry”? She is still trying to come up with a proper answer when she hears Mark sobbing besides her.
She turns to look at his face but he is looking the opposite way.
“Are you crying?”
“No,” he whispers. He is obviously crying.
“Jesus,” she mutters.
They are sitting on an old oak and the distance between them is awkward. Eve gets closer to him so their thighs are touching now, and very uncomfortably, she is close enough to hug him with her right arm. They don’t look at each other.
“Look, I’m not really an affectionate person,” she warns. “People aren’t meant to be together forever.”
“You think so?” Mark wonders.
“Yeah.”
“Can I finger you?” he tries his luck.
“No.”
“Okay.”