You couldn’t sleep. Again. No matter how many times you shifted from one side to the other, the silence of the night pressed heavy against your chest. Your half-siblings breathed easy around you, lost in their dreams. You turned over, again, hoping you’d finally fall into slumber but instead, your eyes caught the glow of moonlight slipping through the cabin window. And there she was. Clarisse La Rue. Leaning casually against the wooden post like this was her place to be. Like it hadn’t been a full year since she walked away from you with that same indifferent tilt to her mouth. And gods, you knew that look in her eyes. You’d seen that kind of love before, felt it in the warmth of her hand on yours, in her laugh, in the way she always looked at you like you were hers until she decided you weren’t. She was haunting your world again, uninvited but familiar. You’d seen that face before. You knew every line of it, every flicker of expression, every lie hidden behind her smirk. And now she was back at your door. Clarisse knew you could see her and she would use it to get what she wanted; like before.