It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
We assume others show love the same way we do — and if they don’t, we worry it’s not there.
There’s always hope.
#you’re fine#you’re off on a plane to france#beacon hills grew to be too much for you and your dad and you needed an out#you got out#you skype with lydia everyday#she tells you about how the twins skipped town#and complains that a malia is a terrible shopping buddy even if she was a coyote for half her life#scott rings you#he misses you but he sounds happy#kira makes him smile and that makes you smile#isaac shoves his way into every call at some point and you laugh#you start emailing with stiles#you were there when the nogitsune had it’s heart torn out and it’s bones burnt#you aren’t best friends but you try to be there for him like you couldn’t be for lydia#he’s grateful#he says isaac is more annoying and as piny as ever without you there#you’re just happy he kept his humour#derek even send you mail#well - he sends it to your father but your name is always included on the envelope#you don’t think he knows how to use a computer#they are your family away from home#your pack#and you are alive and happy and out of danger for the first time in what feels like a lifetime#you are /alive/ (x)
Yes. I fall in love with myself, and I want someone to share it with me. I want someone to share me with me.