Camp Mourning Wood -v0.0.10.3- By Exiscoming Official

That night, alone in his bunk, Leo wrote:

Leo’s throat tightened. Three years ago, he’d had a best friend named Sam. After a stupid fight, Leo stopped replying. Then weeks turned into months. Now he didn’t know how to start again. Camp Mourning Wood -v0.0.10.3- By Exiscoming

Confused, he wandered to the old dock. There stood a wooden post wrapped in twine and pinned with dozens of folded papers. Nia was already there, carefully adding a note of her own. That night, alone in his bunk, Leo wrote:

He pinned it to the Weeping Post at dawn. At dusk, the Keeper lit the lantern. Leo watched the paper curl, blacken, and lift into smoke. alone in his bunk