“Gods, I shouldn’t be here.” Why do I always come here? It’d become too often that Amelia would take nightly walks past the Jupiter cabin, sometimes just standing at the door or at least near it, trying to think of words to say. Trying to think of the perfect words to express how she felt, and how angry she was -- as well as how much she missed him. Amelia never had people the way she did at camp, and Cato was her person -- whether she wished she could change it or not ( though, it was the latter ). The distance between them, even if she was warranted in her emotions, was vast and a gaping hole that needed to be fixed. But where did they start? Where could she even start? Run away. Run back. That’s all you can do now. Leave him a l o n e. He doesn’t want you. A sigh left her lips as she started to walk away.