carryinguilt.

           _{every time stiles and his friends help rid the town of whatever supernatural creatures
           come their way it always feels like a breath of fresh air. a weight lifting from their
           shoulders, and for him relief. relief that he’s still ALIVE. & it gives them time to feel
           a sense of normalcy in their lives. but he doesn’t feel like that yet. not when there are
           still loos ends. hence why he’s practically STORMING into dae’s loft, filled with complete
           anger.} 

                         _{❛ shut up, just SHUT UP for a minute. ❜} 

          _{a finger is jolted in her direction and he’s pacing from one spot to another, trying to
          come up with some form of a sentence to get out all his frustrations. ❛ how can
          you            you just can’t DO THAT. you can’t go and die on me, on us. you may
          not think we need you but newsflash we do. & god you just can’t do that okay? ❜}

         she can feel the anger radiating off him even before he speaks,
         and it takes her by surprise though her features remain even. that
         night when she died, it happened so suddenly that she couldn’t
         defend herself from the attack. dying was never a part of the plan,
         but she also didn’t expect to leave the fight unscathed. 

         lips press together as brows furrow briefly, she hadn’t given any
         thought as to how it may of affected everyone who’d been there.
         she was more worried about scott and everyone else at the time.
         even now when things were finally settling back to normal. 

          ‘   stiles —   ‘  she begins with a soft tone, pausing as words
              escape her. 

                                         this is what she wanted to avoid.  

          ‘   you don’t need me, you guys have each other.   ‘