In the wilderness, when we were lost, we had to rely on each other. Slicing through the shrubs and bushes, our panicky thoughts and words clutched each other as we began trusting and chuckling at our past memories. Your worried groans were buried by my cheap jokes. At times, we were friends rather than heedless wanderers. Later that evening, when we returned the worried remarks of our campers, I kept staring at you, I am sorry, for I couldn't fathom, why the scars from the jungle couldn't compare to the hollowness carved within me as you sprinted away without a word.
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