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             every  summer  he  comes  to  this  camp,  and  every  summer  he  fears  going  home.  there’s  something  safe  about  this  place,  about  the  quarry  and  chris  hackett,  who  had  been  watching  over  ryan  for  many,  many  years.  there  was  pressure  and  responsibility  and  anxiety  that  came  with  going  back  to  his  grandmother,  to  his  sister.  was  it  so  bad  that  they’d  rather  stay?  in  a  few  weeks,  ryan  wouldn’t  have  the  choice.  it’s  the  same  story,  year  after  year,  regardless  of  whether  they  were  a  camper  or  a  counselor.  this  is  what  he  thinks  about  as  he  stares  into  the  dying  embers  of  the  bonfire.  having  put  their  cabin  to  sleep  nearly  an  hour  ago,  ryan  had  decided  some  alone  time  was  needed.  just  a  little  bit  of  quiet.  he  liked  the  quiet,  but  they  didn’t  seem  to  get  it  much  these  days.

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" dude, you look awful. " jonathan's frown sets deep on his face. he lends murray a hand, though unsure if murray should be staying down or standing. " why are you here? what happened? " / the missing and found meme?

HE’D BEEN MISSING FOR OVER A WEEK, and this was how he was greeted? Dude, you look awful? Murray scoffed despite the pain in his throat. “Nice to see you, too.” His voice was hoarse. He glanced at Jonathan’s hand and groaned, unsure of whether or not he could stand, even with the other’s help. Nevertheless, he grabbed it, holding it firmly as he attempted to stand.

          SHE  KNEW  THAT  HE  NEEDED  TO  ESCAPE  HAWKINS.  after  all  that  their  family  had  endured  since  things  began  to  turn  upside  down,  she  knew  that  it  was  what  would  be  best  for  them.  but  it  broke  her  heart  to  be  without  him  just  when  everything  had  began  falling  into  place.  their  relationship  was  surviving  on  phone  calls  and  hopes  to  see  each  other  soon,  but  how  long  would  that  last?  ❛  i  know.  ❜  she  speaks  softly,  trying  not  to  sound  as  sad  as  she  was.  ❛  i  wish  you  were  still  here  too.  ❜

7/21/1984.   @nctnine​.

    dear diary,

per  my  previous  entries,  you  already  know  that  my  friendship  with  jonathan  has  been  slow.  and  i’m  okay  with  that!  i  can  go  slow.  i  mean,  it’s  kind  of  hard.  but  only  because  i  really  like  him.  whatever,  my  point  is  -  today,  we  made  progress.  we  were  just  sitting  together  on  a  bench.  he  was  making  me  laugh  (  as  usual  )  and  i  put  my  hand  over  his.  it  was  an  accident,  okay!  i  was  having  a  good  time,  and  that  kind  of  thing  just  happens  -  i  like  connecting  with  people  that  way.  when  i  looked  at  jonathan,  though,  he  wasn’t  flinching.  he  didn’t  even  pull  away,  he  just  let  it  happen,  this  time.  our  eyes  met,  and  i  could  tell  something  was  happening.  that  we  were,  like  -  sharing  a  moment,  or  something.  sometimes,  you  just  know,  y’know?  anyway,  i  think  we’re  getting  somewhere.  i’ll  report  back  when  something  else  happens.