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LYDIA MARTIN → ALLISON ARGENT
march eighteenth

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i'm sitting on the floor of the sheriff stilinski's office. it's cold.

i haven't spoken a word to anyone.

i finally stopped crying. my eyes are red and puffy. i keep sniffling.

stiles brought me tea. i think he's worried about me.

scott and isaac are wrapped in a blanket on the couch together. i think they're holding hands. i hear them whispering.

i don't know what about, but it doesn't matter. it doesn't matter because it doesn't (and won't ever) erase the sounds of your dying screams that playing on a loop in my mind.