❝ we're supposed to be in this together, Andy. No matter what or who we're against, we're supposed to do it together. That's what us is all about ❞
𝐝𝐞·𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 | the complete loss or absence of hope.
Or something that Andrea was feeling at the m...
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FINALLY FINE
SCOTT and his new pack managed to save the day from the Alpha Pack and the Darach.
Deucalion took the threat seriously and went out of town merely hours after the fight against Jennifer. Surprisingly, Aiden and Ethan managed to stay alive with the help of Nathan, Lydia, Cora, and Deaton—though they lost their Alpha powers.
While Andrea hadn't been able to leave her room ever since she returned home.
Memories of herself killing Kali flashed through her mind, with her unable to get it out. She hated herself for killing Kali, even if the woman had done so many things to hurt her and her friends—it still felt wrong.
The moment she realized what she had done was going to haunt her for the rest of her life, Andrea was completely sure of it.
Though she may have done it for good intentions, she still felt bad. She was angry at Kali for killing Boyd and Erica, but now ... she had done the same thing to her.
Maybe it was fair, maybe it wasn't. The girl didn't know for sure. What she did know was that killing Kali made her feel like she was surrounded by this cloud of darkness, something she never wanted to feel.
Lucas had came by to knock on her locked doors a few times since they arrived a few hours ago, confused and worried about the girl. Nathan was the one who ended up pulling him away—he didn't tell Lucas what happened, he just told him to stay away.
Her older brother seemed to understood why she was acting the way she was acting, and realized that he needed to give her space. After all, he'd done it before-God knows how many supernatural beings he had killed.
Isaac barely said a word to her after she told him about what she did to Kali, he almost seemed scared of the girl. And that completely shattered her heart. She wanted Isaac there with her, and now the boy could barely look or talk to her.
A knock on the door made Andrea sat up in confusion. It was almost five in the morning, none of her housemates were awake at that time. But she decided to open the door anyway, not really expecting anyone in particular.
Her eyes widened at the sight of a familiar curly haired boy wearing a leather jacket, both of his hands were stuffed in his pockets. He smiled faintly at the girl, "Hey."
"Hey," Andrea replied. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see you," he shrugged. "Can I come in?"
The girl nodded, stepping away from the door to let the boy in and closing it right behind him. She raised an eyebrow at the boy who had just plopped down on the bed, "At five in the morning?"
