But as Jackson's lips touched mine, a voice in my head screamed "No! I can't do this! I'm dying!"
I pushed him away, my heart racing with panic.
"Jackson, stop," I said, trying to catch my breath.
He looked at me, confusion etched on his face.
"What's wrong?" he asked, taking a step back.
I shook my head, trying to clear the fog.
"I...I can't do this," I stammered.
Jackson's face fell, and he looked at me like I had punched him in the gut.
"Why not?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I took a deep breath, trying to find the words.
"I...I don't know if I can trust you," I said, feeling a lump form in my throat.
Jackson's eyes flashed with hurt, and he turned away from me.
"I understand," he said, his voice cold.
I felt a pang of regret, knowing I had hurt him.
"Jackson, wait..." I said, reaching out to him.
But he was already gone, disappearing into the night.
I was left standing alone in his tent, wondering what I had just done.
JACKSON POINT OF VIEW 
I walked away from Cecilia's rejection, feeling a stinging sense of disappointment. I wasn't angry, just...hurt.
I had thought we had a connection, something real. But I guess I was wrong.
I couldn't help but wonder what I had done wrong. Was it something I said? Something I did?
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I knew I couldn't force her to feel something she didn't. But it was hard not to take it personally.
As I walked back to my tent, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had missed my chance. That I would never get another opportunity to show Cecilia how I felt.
I lay down on my sleeping bag, staring up at the ceiling of the tent. I felt...lost.
But as I lay there, I knew I couldn't give up. I had to try and understand why Cecilia had pushed me away. And maybe, just maybe, I could find a way to win her back.
I closed my eyes, determination burning in my chest. I would not give up on Cecilia. Not yet.
CECILIA POINT OF VIEW 
As I walked into my house, I couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that had settled in my chest. The camp vacation was over, and I was back to reality.
I trudged up the stairs, dropping my bag on the floor. I felt like I was carrying a weight on my shoulders, like I had made a mistake by pushing Jackson away.
I flopped down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Why had I done it? Why had I let my fear get the best of me?
I thought about Jackson, about the way he had looked at me with such intensity. The way he had kissed me, with such passion.
I sighed, feeling a pang of regret. Maybe I had made a mistake. Maybe I should have taken a chance on him.
But it was too late now. We were back home, and I had no idea if I would ever see him again.
I rolled over, burying my face in my pillow. I couldn't believe I had let my fear control me. I couldn't believe I had let him go.
As I lay there, I knew I had to make a decision. Was I going to let my fear hold me back, or was I going to take a chance on love?
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. I tried to move on, to focus on school and my friends. But I couldn't shake the feeling that I had made a mistake.
I would see Jackson in the hallways, but he would barely acknowledge me. I knew I had hurt him, and I didn't blame him for being distant.
But as time went on, I started to realize that I couldn't just move on. I had to try and make things right.
I started to think of ways to reach out to him, to apologize and explain. But every time I saw him, I froze.
One day, I was sitting in class, staring blankly at the teacher, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Jackson.
"Hey," he whispered. "Can I talk to you after class?"
My heart skipped a beat. Was this my chance to make things right?
I nodded, trying to play it cool.
As the teacher droned on, I couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, I could fix things between us.
But who was I kidding, time seems to be bearly by side, everything feels like it's fading everytime I think I can do it.
I think it's best this way, I'm gonna be just fine.