Third Person POV
Gavin sat on the edge of the campfire’s dying embers, the smoky air swirling around him like the haze inside his mind. His hands trembled slightly as he cradled a flask, the silence of the night pressing down hard. The others had long gone to their tents, leaving him alone with his restless thoughts and aching thirst for something stronger.
From the shadows, a familiar figure approached—Caz. His gait was steady but cautious, eyes reflecting a mixture of concern and something softer, harder to name.
“Gavin,” Caz said quietly, settling down a respectful distance away. “You shouldn’t be out here alone.”
Gavin snorted, bitter. “Like you care.”
Caz’s gaze didn’t waver. “I do. More than you probably think.”
Gavin glanced away, swallowing a lump. “You don’t get it. You don’
