It hits her with full force. a mock of a relentless blow to the stomach that leaves her gasping for the same air that despised the taste of her lips. she missed him, and it was so far beyond incontrovertible. that wasn’t much of a secret. pretending that he didn’t matter as much as he does was a facade even her own mother saw through, after all. she understands that in a sense, his words only stretch so far along the truth. that if he tried hard enough, he COULD get over her, just like she could get over him. they were strong. if there was one thing she’s learned in the last few months, it’s that humans can heal, regardless of how long it takes. the only problem was, she wasn’t letting herself. it was clear now that neither was he. ❛ stiles—— ❜ IT’S SO DIFFICULT. words are rushing through every corner of her mind and she can’t seem to grasp them. it’s something she hates about being human. the complexity of putting feelings into words, but having everything weigh down on them. how he could react so differently depending on what she said ( believe that she has an infinite amount of things she would like to say to this boy ). she allows her gaze to falter; to sink down to her feet and avert themselves from him. instead, fixes on the impulsive motion of her hands reaching out to him. too consumed in the way her fingers curl around his loose fingers. ❛ i never tried. ❜ it’s quiet. a low mumble laced with a familiar sense of warmth. one that she’s used to using with him. one that she hasn’t graced herself with in a while. ❛ i never tried to get over you, because i didn’t want to. ❜ and there it is. the truth.
