ferrous veined.

▋▉ ❘ ❙ ❚ — lydiamyrrhtin

can you imagine losing your best friend? can you
picture them falling into your arms, bruised and
fading fast? can you imagine the touch of their last
  breaths; quick and shallow on your bare skin?
can you guess how their last words will feel on
your ears; heavy? unwelcome?   inevitable? do you
ever wonder if one day, you won’t have to imagine it?
  what if you lost your best friend?

because allison argent did.

she watched her best friend run through with
a blade while she stood by; an alpha, helpless to do
anything. she listened to her gasped, final breaths.
she felt her weight when it slumped against her;
dead weight. biting her had been an afterthought.
an act of desperation born of grief and denial. she
had watched the glow of her eyes reflect red on her
best friend’s pale, broken skin; but she remained
still, lying in her arms looking like she was asleep.

the memory was burned into her mind, playing over
and over again. even now, while she sat on the cold
stone floor of the vault., head bent toward lydia’s body
as if staring long enough would will her to come back.
to leave the throes of death behind and return
to her. and return to where she belonged.

death couldn’t have her. she was spoken for.