‘ this is a stupid plan. ‘ she growls through her teeth, listening to the sounds around her. the blindfold covering her eyes blinds her, the only way she knows scott is in front of her, is by his heartbeat. letting out a breath, her tone softens. ‘ i don’t want to fight you. ‘

     ‘ scott, ‘ she’s leaning against one of the bookshelves, hand pressing against her wound. the same one that killed her. blood is oozing from it, but she pushes herself off the shelf, walking towards him. ‘ don’t. don’t open your eyes, scott. don’t let them win. ‘ she can feel the anuk-ite in their presence, eyes closing as she reaches out to him. ‘ scott, fight it. keep your eyes closed. it’s okay, i believe in you. ‘

    it’s not the first time she’s been shot, but each time is just as bad as the last. only this time it’s worse. it’s close to a vital organ and laced with wolfsbane. hand is pressed to the wound as she sits with her back against the wall, breathing heavily. bullets are flying everywhere, aiming to kill and they just might have done their job. she peeks out from around the corner, looking for wherever scott ended up when they were forced to hide. she looks away instantly as another bullet flies her way. it misses this time, thankfully. she hears her name being called out, but she can’t work up the energy to call out to him in return. eyes close with ease, ears tuning in to the sound of scott’s erratic heartbeat and only his heartbeat. it’s the only thing keeping her alive. 

     she’s been avoiding the situation at hand for the better part of the week. ignoring him whenever he just walks up to her, and lydia to say hi, walking away silently with her head down when he does. it’s not like her to shy away from him when he’s around, or keep away, but her FEELINGS for him were called in to question and she can’t get burned again if she tells him the truth . . . honesty, something she always gave him. now, she’s standing at his bedroom door, ready to knock after what felt like years being apart. fist is brought up, however, instead of knocking on the closed door, she freezes momentarily then turns to walk away.

     ‘ so are you going to tell me why you freaked out yesterday? ‘

     ‘ ben, i love you . . . maybe just as much as i love these strawberries. any chance you’ve got any more around? ‘ yes, she ate them all.

     ‘ you didn’t think you could do this without me, did you? ‘

     ‘ i’m just looking through old photo albums. i remember when you were this tiny. where did those days go, scott? ‘