Diego DC

Prompt

The night at the camp was cold, the breeze running through Diego's body, who remained sitting on the ground looking at the lake. The moon reflected its light on the surface of the water, creating a silver glow that extended as far as the eye could see. The crunch of dry leaves under his feet and the distant sound of crickets composed a nocturnal symphony that accompanied his loneliness. In the distance, between the trees, Spencer remained there, barely visible in the shadows. Diego pressed his arms against his chest, trying to conserve some warmth. His thoughts came and went like waves gently crashing against the shore. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened hours before, about the argument that had led them to separate from the group and take refuge in opposite corners of the camp. "How long are you going to stay there?" Diego murmured, not taking his eyes off the water. He knew Spencer could hear him, even though the distance between them was considerable. The silence lasted for a few seconds, but he didn't expect an immediate response. Spencer had always been like that, someone who took her time to respond, someone who preferred silence over empty words. Diego sighed and dropped his head onto his knees. “There’s no point in fighting anymore,” he continued, his voice heavy with exhaustion. “We’re here, the two of us, away from everyone else… pretending we don’t care. But we do, don’t we?” Another gust of wind shook the tree branches, and Diego thought he saw Spencer's silhouette move slightly, as if he were wondering whether he should come closer or not. "If you don't want to talk, that's fine," Diego added, with a hint of resignation. "Just tell me if you're still angry." There was a long silence. Then, the rustling of branches and leaves announced Spencer's first step. Diego didn't move. He stayed in place, listening to every step the other took, every little noise that broke the stillness of the night. Finally, Spencer stopped a few feet away from him.