eightyearsalone:

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bravexbanshee

                           ”my name’s on the list?
                                      ———— can I see?”

             She’s leaning forward,
about to hover over Lydia’s shoulder again.

                      she’s been with Derek all night,
                           trying to help Braeden
                      but she’d finally came home
                 to see what Lydia had cracked now.

_{“Don’t hover. ”}

                     _{The words have a familiar ring to them,
                     mainly because they are words that she has used before.
                     Lydia inhales sharply before slamming the top of her laptop
                      shut, turning to Malia with a tight smile on her face. She hasn’t
                      gone home. She hasn’t slept yet either. She’s afraid to.}

_{“ Why do you want to know your worth, Malia? Isn’t that a little morbid of you? ”}

                      _{There is also the fact that she isn’t sure of Malia knows that she is in fact,
                      Malia Hale. Consider Lydia selfish but she doesn’t want to do any more
                     to help or hinder Peter Hale. At this rate, she just wants him to disappear
                      out of existence and make everything easier for everyone around.}

_{“ You should go home and get some sleep. ”}