Letters
If you're reading this, you've probably realized that I'm gone now. Needless to say, I've gone on an adventure with Juliet Bordeaux. No, we're not surprise lesbians for each other or anything, but, we're on a path together. We're on a path to figure out who we are, where we come from, and what we can do. To be honest, I don't know when I'll be back or if I ever will. This is probably the most idiotic thing I've ever done, but it's something that needs to be done. I've spent as much time as I can trying to save people and I just can't do it. Well, no longer. Next time you see me, I'll be able to save everyone.
Please, don't try to find me. (Aka you wolfies, I've hid my scent.) Just know that I will be safe. I've spoken to Deaton and I will check in with him often about how I am doing. Besides, I don't plan on being gone for too long, I can only go so long without my Chanel and Prada. Speaking of Prada; Emily, watch her for me please. I think my mother might spoil her too much and make her fat.
Well, wish me luck guys, and pray for me. Also, don't question how crazy I am right now. Just remember that I am Lydia Freaking Martin and everything I do is well-planned because I am a genius...
Enclosed in these letters are words to you, my dear friends. Words that I cannot express in person, through text, or over the phone. Words that needed to be on paper to be solidified. To each of my dearest friends, please find your respective note and know that I truly mean everything that I say.
Scott
Kira
Stiles
Emily
Allison










