[center]The rest of the night and well into morning had brought Clara another restless sleep. She’d tossed and turned, her pillows all strewn about come morning, and she awoke with a small frown. Yet again, not enough sleep- riddled with dreams and nightmares that she couldn’t escape. Clara had reached over and grabbed a pillow, hugging it to her chest momentarily as she stared across the room at the closest wall. No; there was no time for brooding this morning; no time to feel sorry for herself. She needed to straighten up and take the day on yet again. After all, she had someone to find, and this time, she needed him by himself. 

Oddly enough as she lie there, she had noticed that pull did not seem as close; No; it had drifted further and further out, creating much more distance between the two. Part of her despised the sudden sensation of needing to close that space. Now that she knew what it was, it both helped her and hurt her all in the same. Yes, she wanted to find him to destroy him all on her own and yet there was something else there - the primal [i]need[/i] to be at his side. Idly, she wondered if she killed him - would that leave her with more of an emptiness that she’d already felt?

Perhaps he did not remember that night as she had; Every moment of it had played out over and over again nearly every day since it had happened. What had she done wrong? Was she just a pawn; a plaything? Had she been so foolish to think that that night could have meant anything else? Or was she just a stupid girl that had been a quick meal and a quick mistake?

Ah yes; she was almost certain she’d been a mistake, and that thought haunted her for years to come. 

With a huff, Clara had pushed herself from her mount of pillows and sheets and headed towards the shower. Through her normal routine, she’d gotten dressed -  back in her usual corset and skirts, before sitting down to work through her curls into another messy up-do. A hint o f makeup came later before she surveyed herself in the mirror with a frown. 

Another day... 

She turned on her heel to slip on a set of heels to match her black skirts before grabbing a coat to cover up throughout the day. Christian was probably still in bed. 

It wasn’t long before her steps led her to a carriage and she was mindlessly following the pull that called for her - no, she didn’t quite have a plan or excuse this time. She just needed an opportunity to seize. [/center]