#fatesalign

he can't stop the soft gasp from falling from his lips. brows furrow, as he looks up towards his best friend. ❝ why would you say that ? ❞ he has half a mind to drop [ . . . ] whatever part of the jeep's engine he's holding in his palm over his shoulder. but, he keeps a firm grasp on it. ❝ stop acting like you have any more of a clue about this stuff than i do ! ❞ his free hand moves towards the engine, as he shakes [ . . . ] something covered in tape. ❝ ninety percent of this engine is covered in duct tape, stiles. you have no idea what you're doing -- don't call me the stupid one ! ❞

she is like a dream within a dream. lingering over her shoulder -- yet, never asking for attention. even the ghost of allison knows it is better to let her go. but lydia can’t. ( she couldn’t stop it, she has to live with the aftermath. ) eyes close tightly as tears pool and slip down her face. a sniffle, then she arches her face into her pillow, a quiet sob racking her body. it only lasts a few moments, before she settles back down. her eyes return to the ghost laying in her bed next to her. what she wouldn’t give just to hug her one last time. ❝ i know, allison. ❞ her voice is tiny. whispered hesitantly through the night. ❝ but i can’t let you go. i can’t -- i can’t lose you again. ❞ she will happily live with the haunting if she can see her best friend again.

eyes blink slowly at the textbook laying open in front of her, as she listens to him. she shouldn't necessarily be surprised by his words. yet, she finds herself at a loss for words for a moment. she drags her gaze towards him, her eyebrows furrowing as she looks up at him. "how are you considered the smart one, again ?"

@fatesalign !