like clockwork ▸ allydia

4am

LYDIA MARTIN → ALLISON ARGENT
march eighteenth

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sheriff sent me back to his office.

there's no lights on. stiles fell asleep in the desk chair. he looks so peaceful.

scott is cuddled into isaac. you really brought those two together. i wonder if it'll ever be deeper than a friendship. they'd be cute together, i can see it. isscott scisaac?

i was told to get some rest, but i'm not tired. i need to smoke.

i snuck into isaac's backpack and found a pack of marlboros. score!

his lighter is so cute. it's baby blue, lighter than stiles' jeep, and it has little pieces of bread (with mustaches) on it.

there's a window to my right. i'm going to open it and climb out. maybe i'll sit in the grass for a while and think? who knows if i'll even be able too.

because all of my thoughts seem to lead back to you on this lonely last night of summer.