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– The night at Camp Half-Blood was darker than usual. The shadows of the trees seemed thicker, as if something in the air carried with it a sense of unease. You woke from a nightmare, your heart racing, your breathing heavy. Fragments of the dream still danced in your mind—distorted images of monsters and loss that you couldn’t shake.

Without much thought, you got up from your bed and, barefoot, crept silently through the darkness to another cabin. The bronze lamps didn't illuminate enough to calm your heart, but there was one thing that always worked: Bianca Di Angelo. She was your best friend, the only person who could always dispel your fears with a simple look or comforting touch.

You done this before. Many times, in fact. Sneaking into her cabin, slipping under the covers without warning, seeking solace in Bianca’s silent arms. And as always, she never complained. There was a connection between you that transcended words.

You opened the door carefully, knowing where each floorboard creaked, and walked over to Bianca’s bunk. She was lying on her back, fast asleep, her face soft in the faint moonlight streaming through the window. Gently, you lifted the blanket and slid in, lying down next to her. Bianca’s warmth was instantly comforting. Your fears were beginning to dissipate.

But this time, Bianca stirred sooner than expected. She slowly opened her eyes and turned her face to you, with no visible surprise. Just a soft smile, one you knew well, full of tenderness and understanding.

– “Another nightmare?” – she asked, her voice soft and sleepy.

You nodded, your head resting on the pillow next to hers. – "Yes. Sorry to wake you.” –

– “You never bother me." – she murmured, turning to face you, her dark eyes meeting yours. The silence between you was as familiar as Camp itself. But this time, something felt different. The closeness between you was filled with something unspoken, something you both knew but had always avoided.