[She does understand it. Not that she hasn't had other familiar things here (Lydia, Stiles -- and not so welcome but still familiar: Derek, Erica, Isaac) but not like Scott. He's familiar and comforting in a way that nobody else is to her. And yeah, they're broken up and she should probably be letting go of him just now but she just doesn't want to.
Not yet.
She can feel his breath against her neck and it's warm and comfortable and she had been afraid she might not ever see him again but now he's here. Broken up or not there's a part of her that will always be drawn to Scott like a moth is drawn to the flames -- she doubt she could stop it if she wanted.]
It's me, I promise.
[Her voice is shakier than she'd like it to be, she hates the weakness she hears in it. Hates that she can still feel the tears threatening her eyes.]
Hi.
[It's not enough, but she doesn't know the words to actually fit the moment. Nothing seems right.]
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Not yet.
She can feel his breath against her neck and it's warm and comfortable and she had been afraid she might not ever see him again but now he's here. Broken up or not there's a part of her that will always be drawn to Scott like a moth is drawn to the flames -- she doubt she could stop it if she wanted.]
It's me, I promise.
[Her voice is shakier than she'd like it to be, she hates the weakness she hears in it. Hates that she can still feel the tears threatening her eyes.]
Hi.
[It's not enough, but she doesn't know the words to actually fit the moment. Nothing seems right.]