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Last Life was over. The game had been won.
Yet Cleo couldn't stop seeing visions of pink in their dreams.
She would lie awake in her house long after Scott had gone to sleep across the bridge, bright blue eyes and tinkling laughter on a loop in their mind.
As they slept, Cleo would be plagued by memories of that night in the Fairy Forest. The look of fear and panic on her former ally's face. But there would also be good dreams, every now and then. Secret kisses in the trees, running from skeletons together hand in hand.
Cleo would wake up shaken either way.
The following season wasn't much better, either. New team, new game, same restless nights. She wore red paint beneath her eyes to hide the dark rings.
Between TNT minecarts and ravager chases, they saw the girl who haunted her thoughts more than anyone else. In every hour lost, they caught a glimpse of her old team mate.
Even in her final moments, facing off against Pearl, Bigb, and Grian, she couldn't help but feel a bit relieved that- at least until the next season- she could rest outside of the games.
Finally, three seasons later, Cleo could see her again. She almost hadn't believed it when they saw the pink haired girl standing around spawn, but once she heard her voice, they knew it couldn't be anything but the real her.
"Lizzie?" She spoke as she stumbled across the girl setting up a base along the river.
Lizzie turned to face her, smiling just as beautifully as she had in Cleo's dreams.
Only this time, Cleo wasn't sleeping.
Lizzie was here, at long last.
Cleo could finally sleep peacefully at night.