#(screams!!!!!!!!)

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isaac   lahey   is   perhaps   the   last   person   lydia   martin   ever   expected   to   seek   comfort   from,   but   he’s   also   the   one   person   whose   hurt   touches   her   own   all-consuming   grief.   scott   and   stiles   have   their   latest   project   to   keep   them   busy;   chris   fled   to   an   entirely   different   content   (   as   if   paris   could   somehow   take   away   his   pain   &   drown   out   the   loss   of   his   family   )   -----   leaving   isaac.   isaac,   whose   company   she’s   grown   to   crave   above   all   others,   surprising   no   one   more   than   herself.   breath   catching   in   her   throat,   lydia   lets   her   head   roll   to   the   side,   eyes   fluttering   closed   with   bespoke   relief.   ❛   hmm,   not   sure.   i   disappear   for   hours   at   a   time,   stumble   upon   mangled   bodies,   hear   voices   inside   my   head   -   all   while   maintaining   a   4.0   gpa   and   applying   to   top-tier   colleges.   ❜   twisting   so   she   can   peer   at   him   over   her   shoulder,   lydia   flashes   a   wry   smile.   ❛   yeah,   isaac   -   i’m   always   this   tense.   ❜   //      @ghostbloomed​ / continued from here.

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