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Dawson stood still for quite a while. He had to think through all of this. He glanced at his sister, who has been standing in front of him. He could see it in her eyes how desperate she was to get him out of his state. What state? The boy didn't even know what he was experiencing! He was simply mad from all the realization. He didn't want to know how much of a failure he was, he didn't want to feel like he did, but escape wasn't an option with so many people still relying on you! His head slowly moved to see Jessica, wounded as well. "She isn't the only one hurt." The words appeared out of nowhere, suddenly, yet it hit him painfully. He took a look at Johnathan, his own brother that he had decided to punch out of nowhere. Dawson's thoughts were too blury to give him a clear image why did he attack him so suddenly.

He touched his own face and realized it was wet from the sweat and the tears. He finally looked back at Anna. "I... I'm sorry Ann. I... I think I see w-what you mean." He attempted to squeeze out a smile, but he only turned out looking awkward. He stood there silently for a second or two, and then walked his way through the rough terrain up to Jessica, one of his best friends - possibly more. Dawson was shaking slightly. He wasn't crying anymore, though, although his eyes were still red and sore. "Sorry. Sorry for being a jerk." He didn't even know why he was a jerk - but it was apparent to him. He overlooked everyone for her, and yet overlooked her for himself - that's how selfish and despicable he was. "Yeah. I d-definitely can help you." He tried to smile once again, this time eventually succeeding, although it still looked silly and awkward.

Instead of letting his injured friend walk by herself, he lifted her off the ground, with one hand guarding her legs from letting her slip off his grip, and securing her top half with the other. "Hopefully you don't mind." He whispered as he left the others, his eyes focusing on the ground. He still needed to sort everything out in his thoughts. Right now, he only needed silence.
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Annabelle truely was desperate. She waited for her brother to sort out his thoughts, but that felt like hours - long, painful hours. She followed his glances with her own eyes, taking everykind of possibility into account. Although she hoped he would recover, the deepest pieces of her mind were sure that he would choose to ignore her words. That's why his response genuinely surprised her - even unsettled her that she could even think Dawson, her own brother would forget all his friends completely! When he gave her a smile, she responded in the same manner. Anna felt so great, realizing that everything is more or less sorted. It felt like a stone rolled down from her chest, keeping her from suffocating.

She was too lost in her thoughts to notice Jake - so it was yet another pleasant surprise. Her smile deepened as they hugged each other - in fact, Anna was hesitant to let go. It felt so great in the warm embrace. It was so nice, so soothing and comfortable. She didn't even feel like replying as he wanted her to forgive him - she was aware he had probably realized he was forgiven. In fact, there was no need to forgive him. She did, however, need to thank him. "Thank you, Jake." she murmured after he kissed her cheek. However, she also realized that they badly needed to go. The burning sensation in her hand deepened and it made her clench her teeth. She ended the embrace with a slightly forced smile. "We really need to go now."
Anna began to follow Thomas - who was irritated, but yet she still looked back at Jake and the others every other moment. She needed to be sure they were here.
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Johnathan watched everything with a sense of jealousy. Sure, he was happy for them. They had found each other, great! But he was still alone - uninteresting and cold, he simply didn't feel the need to show strong emotions. He did feel sorry - wasn't that obvious? And yet nobody even cared to notice that. His arms, his jaw, his stomach - he was still sore from the punches he gotten from his brother he did care for. And still he couldn't fathom what he had done wrong.

He let out a sigh, a cold, hostile sigh. "Fine, do whatever you wish." He whispered under his breath. He felt lost and misunderstood. He didn't even know what to do - he did like Jessica, but did he really like her as he felt he did?
Johnathan let out a grumble as he realized that he was getting too involved in his emotions. He never seemed to think emotions ever helped him - so he began trying to distract himself - yet everything he looked at reminded him of his situation. Letting out yet another sigh, he followed the rest of the group.

"Are you even trying to move?" A sudden harsh tone cut the air, making the depressing atmosphere also uncomfortable and awkward. Thomas began pacing himself much more quickly, his steps wide and fast, though still shaky. "You all know pretty well that our car is at least a kilo ahead!" His voice echoed across the distance. He was too irritated to think properly. He couldn't realize that yelling - even though they weren't on the mountains anymore - wasn't such a good idea in such a place.

Thomas didn't even let his mind wander - it was shut tight into his skull, focused only on getting back home and never speaking of this again. But a sudden thought hit him, and hit him badly - he realized it's only inevitable that the teenagers are going to spread the word about his incompetence. And that made him think. He loved being succesful and he couldn't even bear such thought that everybody is going to find out. Eventually his lips turned into a malicious smirk but yet he didn't change the route. He had a plan. A plan that would let him avoid what he fears.
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Dawson was about to think Jessica's question through. How, how couldn't she notice? The idea of her not realizing what kind of jerk he was felt strange. Unrealistic, even. But the thought of her being any worse than him was simply outrageous, cruel and completely false. However, his track of mind was cut off by a loud yell, a verbal push forward of Thomas. Dawson seriously had no idea why the man was so irritated and unecessarily firm. It felt like he was pushing them too much.

Eventually Dawson realized he should probably reply, although it was hard to concentrate. His thoughts were all over the place. Honestly, instead of picking up the pace he began to walk in even slower, unfocused steps, eventually being close to tripping over a nearby rock. "Sorry about that. " He sighed, and only then intended to answer her. Well. Isn't that, I don't know, kind of obvious? It was my fault we got stuck, can't you remember? In... in fact. Everything, every d*** thing that happened was my fault. Not yours. And you..." He made a pause. "Nobody can force love, I suppose. I'm not into all that... mushy stuff. I wouldn't know. " He sighed.

Surely, nobody can force love. And he would love if it was possible to take it back. He felt guilty for thinking only about her. What about his other friends? Wouldn't that be unfair, to fall completely in love and forget everything around you? But he was prone to that. Every step he took, he thought of her, and he wasn't proud of that. He felt somewhat restricted. His thoughts were once again cut off by a voice, this time that of his sisters - "Bro, pick up the pace". He realized he was behind her and Jake. "Yeah." That's all he said and concentrated on the ground.