YOU HAVE 12 WORDS TO MAKE MY MUSE CRY.

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       [ it’s sharp ; quick, ruthless. like a blade, piercing tender flesh adorning the fragile cage of her heart, and it takes all she has not to cry out from the pain of it, surging through her with an unimaginable fever. though, that mask of strength was profoundly shattered by an army of tears gathering beneath hazel hues, ready to conquer rosy cheeks and reign over the surface of a trembling jaw. lydia simply nods; lifting her gaze from the floor to meet that of stiles, whom stared back at her with such a ferocity of coldness. and she doesn’t blame him —- oh, no. the fury swelling in her aching gut was meant for her, and her alone. ]

                        ❝———- i know.❞