Camp NaNo '23: A Winter's Funeral

"That's because you don't have a social life."

Eve glared at him steadily. "I do have a social life," she turned to Allison, "Tell him I have a social life."

Allison shrugged. "I mean, most days you don't even have a life, so..."

Eve stared at her sister with the utmost betrayal before swiftly getting up from her seat without sparing them a glance.

"I am going to check on Lily, who despite being at least a decade younger than you both, is kind and considerate to her family."

"I mean, the fact that your idea of escape is a seven year old little girl just proves my point, but sure, go ahead."

"You are! You are like this giant man-baby who cries when hungry unless someone pats its head and feeds it with a spoon."

Allison just stared. "Where do you even come up with this stuff, man?"

"I know it must be more difficult for you. I mean, I'm just saying -"

"Please don't tell me how to feel."

"Okay."

"Okay."

"Do you even think about how your actions hurt the people around you? Do you even care?"

Eve's voice was soft, exhausted.

"Of course, I do!"

"No, you don't. If you did you could never have said what you said out there today," she shook her head, "You are so ignorant, Jake, sometimes I don't even know what to say to you. Sometimes I wonder if its better to say nothing at all. Maybe that'll get you to not view us as enemies all the time."

Self-reflection was a tiring process and he preferred to engage in it as less frequently as possible.