tmr x tw

lydia

i wake up with a groan leaning on my elbows as i try to clear my vision i look up to the side to see who was gripping my hand tightly. butterflies once again errupting in my stomach at the sight of strawberry blond hair cascading down my stomach as i silently watch lydia sleeping. ( not in a creepy way ).

the strong urge to say " i love u " startles me as i shake my head at the thought. i watch as her nose crinkles cutely as the empty room is filled with soft, adorable snores. i reach my hand out to brush the couple of stands of shiny blond hair, but stopped short as lydia started to stir.

i waited until she settled again before tucking the peices of hair behind her peirced ear. i look up as i hear footsteps walking in my direction. deatons frowning face comes into eye sight as he walked up to me.

u should be asleep he said as he approached me. i couldnt i say casually as i stroke lydias hair. he glances at the action a slight smile vanishing as quickly as it came. u still love her u hear him say. i look up confused, i loved her before. i ask glancing up once again.

he ignores my question instead asking his own. do u really want your memories back he asks, with an almost suspicions tone.

i would do anything i say determined. not only feeling the hole in my heart from not being able to properly remember my biological family. but also determined to figure out the feeling i have for this beautiful strawberry blond girl that was lying on my stomach.

i have a way deaton says breaking me out of my obvious thinking. but person is unpredictable, its an unknowable outcome if we were to assume that path. he says continuing.

the desperation clinging to my body like a second skin seems to stir lydia from her sleep as she looks up at me with her beautiful green eyes. stiles she says slowly getting up from my stomach. whats happening she asks her voice low and raspy, filled with sleep.

im getting my memories back.