"Young love tends to be based on nothing but feelings. The couple has not yet faced and overcome a challenge or difficulty together. They are passionate about each other. They think about each other constantly and want to spend all their time"
Isaac...
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I was sitting in the backseat of Jackson's car, trying my hardest not to break down crying.
I didn't want to feel hurt. I really didn't. It was probably for the best, but deep down I knew none of this was going to stop here.
Whoever that wolf was tonight — he wasn't gone. He'd be back. And after what I did to him, he'd be coming for me. My mom probably felt the magic too, the amount I had to use, and it was just bad.
Nothing was okay.
Scott being with Allison. Scott being a werewolf. None of it was okay.
But especially, I wasn't okay.
When we finally got to my house, Lydia decided to come in for a bit before heading back over to Jackson's. I knew she'd noticed the shift in my mood — Lydia always noticed — but not enough to follow me all the way upstairs.
"Okay, so spill." Lydia shut the door behind her and crossed her arms, already expecting answers.
I turned, sighing and running a hand through my hair. "I don't..."
Before I could even finish, she was already tugging at my wrist, pulling me to sit down on my bed like we were fourteen again sneaking wine coolers in her room.
"Tell me. I'll listen," she said softly, still holding my hand.
I stared at the floor for a long moment, breathing in deep before I spoke. "It's Allison. He likes Allison."
Lydia's expression didn't shift. No shock, no big reaction — just a soft frown as she rubbed my back, like she already knew.
"I tried to make it work, I really did. I mean... I thought he liked me and..." My voice cracked, and I hated it.
"Oh, honey... but did you like him?" she cut in gently.
I looked up at her then, really thinking about it for the first time. I had convinced myself I did. That was the whole reason I made such a fuss about him. Because I liked him, right?
"I do..." I said it like a question, because in that moment, I wasn't sure if it was the truth or if it was just what I wanted to believe. Lydia tilted her head at me, like she knew what I was realizing before I even did.
"This is so stupid. I mean, both of us were trying so hard! He even denied he liked her when it was so obvious!"
"Maybe both of you are confused, Lina," Lydia said softly. "I get it — you guys tried. And maybe you do like each other... but maybe not like that. Maybe there's something in the way."
I knew she regretted saying it the second the words left her mouth.
There was something in the way. Allison. And a thousand other things — like the fact that witches and wolves couldn't be together, like the fact that I was kidding myself believing we could somehow beat that. That if we loved each other enough, it wouldn't matter.
