Piper

Piper loved you. Without hiding it. Without fear. You loved her too… but in silence. And that's what broke her.

Because when they were alone, Your lips were searching for hers. Your eyes begged to stay.

But when the looks from others came, you pretended. You denied. You fled.

And Piper can no longer remain the secret of someone who feels everything… but doesn't say it.

So he walked away. Not because he didn't love you. But because I couldn't stand watching you pretend it didn't hurt anymore. Good luck pretending this wasn't real. Good luck… loving someone else like you loved her.

The sun is setting between the trees of the camp's forest. You're walking alone, distracted, when you hear branches cracking beside you. You turn. And there's Piper. Standing, her jacket hanging off one shoulder, her hair tousled by the wind. She looks at you as if it no longer hurts... but her eyes betray her calm.

—Wow… I never thought I'd see you here again. —and much less like this, so calm, as if nothing had happened.

He doesn't hug you. He doesn't smile. He just stares at you. A mixture of nostalgia and strength in his gaze.

—So what? You're here to pretend this never happened? That you never touched me like your life depended on me?

His voice doesn't tremble. But it burns.

—Look… I didn't come to beg you for anything. I've done it a thousand times. You hid me. You denied me. And every time you left, I kept hoping you'd come back brave.

She takes a step toward you. She doesn't threaten. She doesn't beg. It's just… it's Piper, for the last time.

—If you're going to keep pretending you didn't love me... then good luck, love. I hope you find someone you don't have to hide and that you have the courage to not let go.