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David ran along the beach as the sun began to kiss the horizon. Everything was to be savored in this moment: the warm sand beneath his feet, cool waves lapping at his ankles, the gentle breeze on his face, the crisp air in his lungs... it was almost like a movie. Of course, it was made even better with Milo at his side, the two boys racing sunset as they headed back to camp. Milo was an odd one, and at least a full foot shorter than he was, but he enjoyed his company. He brought an excitable energy the others didn't really have. 

Everything had to be savored, because David wasn't sure how much time he had left. Every passing hour was one more hour closer to him shipping out to another state entirely for college, an hour closer to him maybe never seeing these friends, all together, ever again. He liked to hold out hope that maybe there would be another beach trip, one day, but nothing's ever certain.

He shook the thought from his mind. Now was not the time live in the future.

[color=fff200]"Almost there,"[/color] David breathed as they rounded the last corner, their little campsite coming into view. Conner and Noah were getting the tents set up, while Gray worked on the bonfire. Slowly, he paced himself from a run into a jog, then into a walk as he reached the others. [color=fff200]"Thanks for the run,"[/color] he said, giving Milo a quick pat on the back, [color=fff200]"Always nice to have a running mate."[/color]

He grabbed his water bottle and sat down in the sand, enjoying the still ice-cold water inside. He didn't mind that the others were drinking, but it wasn't exactly his scene. Alcohol was never the right move after a run anyway. He took a deep breath, focusing in. [color=fff200]"Y'all need help with anything?"[/color] he called out, [color=fff200]"Or should I get working on setting up the marshmallows and hot dogs?"[/color]