Lydia Martin is done with the supernatural. (fieldsmedal) wrote in motelca,
Lydia shakes her head, her stomach clenching at his words as she stares at him. "And every time I went anywhere near her, I'd feel your death. I'd feel like this."
She's too connected to Stiles, even after all this time, even with how hard she's tried to hate him and distance herself from him. Even with how broken she's been in the past few days. It's still there. It'll always be there. And she'll always feel his presence in the life he exchanged for his own. But she's a banshee. She doesn't feel life. She feels death.