"if i
show my
fangs will
you tell
me that
they're cool?"
what is grief, if not love persevering
[book 2 in the Lilac Collins series]
[teen wolf seasons 3a, 3b & 4]
[slow burn🔥 - best friends to lovers ]
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'I'll kill you and everybody you've ever loved.'
Tears. Tears was something that Lilac Collins had become all to familiar with. There were times in her life she had thought she would never stop crying, that they would never stop. But there were also times when she wanted to cry, when she felt so emotionally numb that she needed tears to fall but they wouldn't. She had realised a long time ago that the tears that hurt her the most were the ones that came from her heart, not the ones that came from her head.
She would overthink and tears would fall as she found herself spinning in a never ending circle but it never hurt as much as when her heart was broken. When her parents died she had a piece of her heart torn away, when her brother had moved to London a piece of her heart had been taken with him and when she fell in love with Stiles, the last pieces of her broken heart were handed to him.
She had spoken over a million words, ones filled with pain and ones filled with her drug filled body. But none of them could ever describe how she felt, she could never tell you a reason as to why she felt this way. Sometimes she found herself feeling guilty for it, how sometimes she felt so mind numbingly sad when there were people in the world that had nothing. She felt selfish, like she didn't deserve sympathy, she didn't want it. She didn't want the looks of pity, the constant glares of people and the whispers that would come as she passed. She just wanted to be normal. But normal wasn't something she could be.
She had cried, cried so many tears that she couldn't cry anymore, that her eyes became dry and her tongue was covered by the salty tears. She had cried because it was over. And now sometimes it felt she had no tears left to cry, that her eyes could no longer had the ability to produce the liquid. But there were also times she found herself smiling, a genuine smile because it happened. She smiled because the memories would always be with her and when she would think about them, there would be a pang that hit her chest and tugged at her lips.
The not sleeping, the constant overthinking and overwhelming feeling that something bad is about to happen was something the girl couldn't seem to shake. It was like wherever she went, it followed her. It was what had kept her up that night, how her mind hardly ever wandered to the glowing orange eyes that used to haunt her, instead she had a new demon, one that was covered with bandages and had teeth as sharp as razors. The Nogitsune.
She had thought about everything he had told her, how she was destined to cause chaos, strife and how she was destined to become the monster she feared. But what seemed to really in her mind like a record was how he wanted her, how he said Stiles was simply a part of his game, a pawn used to get to her. She didn't know what was so special about her. He wanted her power, but what did the power of a vampire mean to a being that was over a thousand years old. It baffled her.
It was only as she heard stirring from beside her she had snapped from her head, away from the thoughts of the monster that taunted her. She heard her ruffling in her bed, the bedsheets being gripped tightly in her hands as she tossed and whimpers left her mouth. Words strung from her mouth, but they were quiet, incoherent so she couldn't quite make them out. The scent of anxiety had hit Lilacs nose, very barely in her weakened state but still she smelt it. Malia was having a nightmare.
