Chapter Text
| Preface.
London, England.
April 28th, 2011.
A WEEK after arriving in London and barely settled into hat would be their new home, Abby thought things were going to go wrong like they had in Beacon Hills when a muscular, dark-haired man with a hard gaze appeared, introducing himself to Jackson and her as Ray Woods, claiming to be an Alpha and offering them a place in his pack because of how risky it was to be Omegas.
Despite being quite paranoid after her death and resurrection, their parents had allowed them to go out alone so they could start getting to know the neighborhood and surrounding areas. They definitely never expected to be approached like that, much less by an Alpha.
The man in front of them didn't press the issue, noticing how the girl was trembling and exuding an alarming amount of terror. Aware of this, Jackson decided he would handle the situation.
"We just went through some horrible times in our previous pack, she's still a little scared," he explained vaguely, not wanting to elaborate.
"Let me guess. A bad Alpha?"
"We also had trouble with hunters."
Ray grimaced, finally understanding the girl's reaction. "A couple of guys from my pack went through something similar. It's normal that she's still scared," he nodded. "I have an idea. Come with me. I'll introduce you to the members of my pack, and if she still feels scared, I'll leave you alone. Does that sound like a good deal?"
"We're new here, we don't– we don't know the area very well," Abby murmured, clinging tightly to her brother's clothes. Jackson reached behind him and offered his hand, causing her to release the fabric and instead grasp his hand.
"Well, then, why don't I bring them here? If they scare you, feel free to leave, okay?" he offered gently.
Abby nodded, shrinking back. The man took a few steps away from them to have some privacy while he was on the phone, allowing her to breathe calmly and relax for a few moments, thinking that things couldn't be worse than in Beacon Hills, could they?
Five people arrived a while later, approaching them and making her feel even more nervous about being surrounded by strangers. A blond-haired boy led the way toward the Alpha, a blond-haired girl walking a couple of steps behind him next to a girl with orange hair, both positioned between another blond boy and a dark-haired boy.
"What's up, Ray?" the blond boy asked, both hands in the pockets of his black coat.
“I want to introduce you to this pair,” he replied. “Their names are… I’m sorry I didn’t ask before, but what are your names?” he asked curiously, turning to look at them.
“Jackson and Abigael,” Jackson answered, holding the intense gaze of the blond-haired boy.
“Abby,” the blond girl said, drawing their attention. “Can I call her that?”
Jackson glanced at his sister over his shoulder, raising his eyebrows in question. Abby nodded.
“S-sure,” she answered shakily.
“Why are you so scared?” one of the blond guys asked, not the apparent leader of the group. The dark-haired boy next to him punched him, telling him through gritted teeth not to make her uncomfortable with his inappropriate questions.
“Both of them went through bad things with their old pack and because of the hunters,” Ray replied. “Introduce yourselves in an order and politely. The poor girl already looks like she's about to have a heart attack without you guys yelling like always. Tyler, you go first,” he indicated.
The guy in the black coat nodded. "Tyler Grahams, nice to meet you," he said curtly, but not harshly, just seriously.
"I'm Layla Grahams," the smiling blonde introduced herself.
Jackson raised an eyebrow. "Relatives?"
"Siblings," he replied.
"Us too."
"Cool."
"Next," Ray urged.
"Leah Simmons," the orange-headed greeted with a smile.
"I'm Maddox and this is Andrew," the dark-haired boy finished. The remaining blonde raised a hand in greeting, smiling slightly. "You're new here, aren't you? How long have you been here?"
"One week," Abby answered quietly, starting to emerge from her hiding place behind Jackson, a little more confident now. "How– how did you find out about us?" she asked Ray curiously.
The adult laughed. “Call me Ray,” he asked. Abby nodded, understanding. “And about your question, I know all about the werewolves around here. I heard there were two new ones, and you’re in a lot of danger being on your own, so I came to offer you some protection. We don’t usually have much trouble with hunters or other packs, if you’re worried, but it’s always a good idea to be prepared, don’t you think?”
“I think so,” she agreed.
“I don’t want to pressure you, so I’ll let you think about it. How about a week? In seven days, I’ll see you here again, and you can give me your answer to my offer to join my pack,” he offered gently.
“And what if we say no?” Jackson asked.
“We’ll still keep an eye on you,” Tyler replied. “Being omegas puts you at constant risk, so even if you say no, we'll be watching your backs.”
"So, a week?" Ray repeated. They both nodded. "Excellent. Now, I'm going to get this bunch of troublemakers out of here before they start screaming and scare sweet Abby. I'll see you in seven days, guys," he said cheerfully.
"Bye," Layla, Leah, and Maddox sang in unison, waving goodbye.
Abby giggled softly, waving back, and Jackson raised a hand with a half-smile, thinking they were interesting.
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London Heathrow Airport, England.
August 8th, 2011.
Abby stopped nervously tapping her right leg up and down when Andrew's hand rested on her knee, drawing her attention, and she saw him smile at her gently, a rare sight on his face.
"Calm down, okay, Abbs? Maddox's gonna lose it if you keep freaking out, and Jackson and I won't be able to calm you both down if you cry like babies," he teased playfully.
"We wouldn't cry like babies," Maddox immediately argued, frowning.
His boyfriend nodded with a mocking little smile. "Yeah, I think you're right. You'd cry worse than babies," he insisted. Maddox sighed in annoyance, and the blond laughed, stroking both of their dark hair. "Come on, you know I'm just joking. Sort of," he admitted.
“I’m still scared to be in a place with so many people,” Abby admitted in a low, shy voice, shrinking back in her seat.
Maddox smiled at her, placing a hand on top of hers, trying to offer her some reassurance. “Everything’s gonna be okay, alright? You haven’t lost control even once since you joined us,” he reminded her proudly, glancing at Jackson sitting a few seats away, talking with Leah and Ray.
“What if I do it there? That place—I left for a reason,” she muttered.
“But it has its good points things, right? Like your friends and the people you love with that soft heart of yours,” Andrew teased. Maddox punched him and made a face to shut him up, but decided to ignore him. “I know you’re scared because of what happened, but it wasn’t you, okay? The Abby I spent so much time with these past few months is sensitive, kind, and likes giving gifts. Don't let that shitty place take away who you are and turn you into an empty shell, okay? When you first arrived, you tried not to cry when you thought about everything, but it's okay to cry. If you cry, it means you still feel something,” he said confidently. “Change is scary, but it's also part of growing up. If you're going to take a step back, let it only be to propel yourself forward and go further.”
“Sometimes you say nice things, that's a real surprise,” Maddox said.
“Shut up.”
Abby giggled softly at their conversation, glancing over at Jackson, watching Leah run her fingers through his hair while Ray told a bad joke that made them laugh at how terrible it was. Tyler sat a couple of seats away, letting Layla play with his hair while he stared intently at his phone, typing away. Oddly enough, Jackson's phone vibrated incessantly in his coat pocket, completely ignored.
All the chatter and the future Alpha's constant typing stopped when they heard the brothers' flight announced over the loudspeakers and received instructions on which gate to go to for boarding.
"Well, it looks like this is where we say goodbye," Ray said, rising from his seat under everyone's watchful gaze. "It was a real pleasure having you as part of this pack, even if only for a short time. If you ever decide to come back, I promise you'll be welcome," he told the Whittemores.
"Thank you for everything you did for us," Jackson replied, also rising from his seat and gripping his suitcase handle tightly. "I have no idea what we would have done without you."
"I do," Leah interrupted. "A disaster."
“Probably,” Abby agreed, laughing as she picked up her suitcase as she stood up. “Thanks for… for helping me, even knowing what I did.”
“It wasn’t you, darling,” the Alpha reminded her, looking at her affectionately as if he were a father. “You’ll always be welcome in this pack, anytime. If California hurts you or Jackson again, come back. We’ll take care of fixing you as many times as necessary. You’re not broken, just a little bent. And that means there’s still hope.”
They both nodded and said their final goodbyes, starting to walk to the boarding area. Abby stopped at the threshold, looking uncertain, a terrible heaviness settling in her chest and pressing painfully as she thought of Beacon Hills and the hell she had lived through there.
“Ready?” Jackson asked her.
“I think so,” she answered softly.
He nodded, giving her a small smile that was meant to convey confidence, and they crossed the threshold together.
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FIRST PART:
DEATH IN MADNESS
Scott McCall has done his best for the past four months to be a better version of himself: he improved his grades, got better at work, and pushed himself to be a better person.
Now that things finally seem to be going his way, with a broken heart half healed and a stable mindset that promises this year can be better than the last, nothing can go wrong.
Or at least that's what he thought.
Abby and Jackson are back in town, easily shaking the ground Scott thought was solid and reminding him that his perfect world could crumble before his eyes. Scott never imagined that the return of the girl who broke his heart would be the least of his problems when mysterious murders hit the city again and powerful enemies threaten his loved ones.
Everyone will have to be careful, because this might hurt.
Cast
KATIE MCGRATH as ABBY WHITTEMORE
COLTON HAYNES as JACKSON WHITTEMORE
GRANT GUSTIN as ALLEN STILINSKI
WILLA HOLLAND as ANDREA MCCALL
with
TYLER POSEY as SCOTT MCCALL
DYLAN O'BRIEN as STILES STILINSKI
TYLER HOECHLIN as DEREK HALE
CRYSTAL REED as ALLISON ARGENT
HOLLAND RODEN as LYDIA MARTIN
DANIEL SHARMAN as ISAAC LAHEY
MAX and CHARLIE CARVER as AIDEN and ETHAN
and others.
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| welcome back to beacon hills, abby.
DONNA WILLIAMS was found dead in the bathroom of her apartment after a heroin overdose by her fifteen-year-old son, Oliver Williams, on February 10, 2002. It was a hot Saturday night in the sprawling city of Los Angeles, all the windows of the small, run-down apartment where he lived with his mother and then seven-year-old sister, Andrea, open to let in some fresh air.
The police quickly filled the cramped space, a female officer asking the teenager a few questions. Oliver told them everything he knew, starting with the fact that his mother had gotten angry when Andrea tried to hug her and had pushed her away before going and locking herself in the bathroom, yelling at him to get out when he tried to talk to her.
"So, you knew your mother was doing drugs?" the officer asked, looking at him intently.
Oliver nodded, holding Andrea's small hand tightly as she stared at the tips of her shoes, confused. They stood outside in the hallway, some of their neighbors watching them curiously and beginning to whisper among themselves. By morning, the whole building would surely know that their mother had finally died from those damn drugs and that they were alone.
"She used anything she could get her hands on. Pills, marijuana, heroin," he said calmly, used to it by now, having done it for as long as he could remember.
The officer nodded, noting it in her notebook, then glancing at the girl before turning her attention back to the teenager. "Do you have anyone to stay with tonight? Any family?"
Oliver shook his head, shrugging. "My mother never talked about her family," he explained. "But she did have a... friend, let’s call him that," he added with a grimace, tightening his grip on his sister's hand. "I know his number."
"Okay, come with me to the station. You'll stay there until we contact your mother's friend."
Oliver nodded, smiling at Andrea as they started walking, trying to reassure her. She didn't speak once on the way to the station, sitting next to her brother on a small sofa in the office where they were told to wait.
Andrea didn't remember much of that night, having fallen asleep after a while because it was late and Oliver always made her go to bed early. She woke up alone in the office, the door ajar, allowing her to see a tall man in a suit talking to the police officer from earlier and her brother, looking frustrated, his clothes in obviously poor condition, and slurring his words.
When Oliver returned to the office with her, he explained as clearly as possible the identity of that disheveled man—Rafael McCall, her father. Andrea didn't quite understand what he meant, certain that she didn't have a father because she had never seen him in her short life, but she believed him because Ollie never lied to her.
The next morning, sober after a few cups of coffee and having signed the necessary paperwork, Rafael picked them both up from the police station and drove them on the long journey to their new home.
If Andrea had to describe her life in one word from the moment she first saw Scott and Melissa that Sunday afternoon after they returned from the nearby park, she would choose "colorful." Her mother had never been kind to her, or even remotely affectionate, so what could she expect from a woman who discovered her husband's infidelity shortly after they were married and who, moreover, didn't even have the decency to acknowledge the child?
To her complete surprise, Melissa gave her the brightest smile she had ever seen on anyone other than Ollie, her hands gently caressing her face and speaking softly to her as she told her to go play with Scott while she and her husband talked in the kitchen.
Scott offered her all the toys he had, letting her choose the TV show they would watch and telling her a bunch of jokes that made her laugh. Oliver stayed by her side all afternoon, playfully ruffling both their hair and enjoying how good it was for his sister to be around other children her own age, something she rarely got to do because of the kind of life their mother led. Clearly, not many of her classmates' parents allowed their kids to spend more time than necessary with the daughter of that kind of woman.
Rafael did his best to enroll Andrea in the same school as Scott to try and calm Melissa's fury, who couldn't believe he'd been such a dick as to not give the girl his last name. Scott didn't seem bothered at all, even though he kept her glued to him the whole time during that first week at her new school, always gentle and encouraging her when he noticed she was too withdrawn.
On the Monday of her second week at school, she finally mustered up the courage to leave him during lunch time and approach a girl with black hair and blue eyes whom she had seen alone the whole time. The girl, Abby, was shy and quiet, but that wasn't a problem because Andrea started telling her all sorts of things, dispelling the deafening silence that surrounded them.
They spent every lunch together from that day on, Andrea talking nonstop while Abby ate in silence and watched her intently. A few weeks later, they were assigned a group project with a classmate named Allen Stilinski. He had brown hair, rosy, chubby cheeks, and green eyes that Abby loved, so Andrea invited him to join them to eat lunch under the guise of working on the project.
Their personalities clashed instantly, arguing over the decoration of the poster they would work on that afternoon at one of their houses, and Abby strangely seemed happy amidst the chaos, smiling and giggling softly. From that day on, they became inseparable until Abby left after the grand birthday party she and Jackson threw for her. And now, after almost four months, she was finally back.
"It is not a double date," Lydia said, her voice filling the car and her eyes on the road. "It is a group thing."
“Do they know it's a group thing? ‘Cause I already told you, Lydia, I'm not interested in dating right now," Allison reminded her, sitting in the back seat with a bag of spiced chips in her lap.
"You were in France for four months and you seriously didn't go out with anyone? Not even once?" Abby asked, impressed, looking at her over her seat, her hands busy opening a pack of gummy bears.
“Did you?” Allison asked. “I mean, after–”
“Do not say his name,” Andrea interrupted quickly, pulling the bottle of orange soda she was leisurely sipping away from her mouth.
Allison raised her hands in a gesture of peace, leaving her sentence unfinished even though they all knew who she was talking about. Abby had only heard from Scott a couple of times during the summer, mostly catching glimpses of his voice in the distance when she was talking to Andrea and hearing his footsteps in the hallway, but it had been months without seeing him in any other way except for the small photograph they’d taken in the booth at the ice rink, which she still kept with her.
“By the way, is he okay?” she ventured to ask, rummaging through the gummy bears for a red one because she liked those better, swallowing hard.
Andrea hesitated a moment before answering, clearing her throat. "Yeah, you know, he's been busy and all," she replied vaguely, glancing at Allison for support.
"So, Lydia, group thing?" she asked, trying to change the subject.
The strawberry blonde nodded. "Yeah, group thing," she confirmed. "And even if it were a double date, which it isn't, it's not like it's an orgy. You'll live."
Abby giggled at her, popping three red gummy bears into her mouth as the car stopped at the traffic light.
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“Boy, it’s a good thing you drew me a picture.”
Scott laughed at the tattooist sarcastic comment. The man beside him held the drawing he had given him in his right hand, along with the signed consent form his mother had signed for the tattoo, since he was still a minor.
It was Sunday night, and finally, after a long wait for the big day to arrive, he was at the tattoo studio, sitting on the leather-upholstered couch, waiting for the ink to take over his tanned skin.
“Hey, Scott, sure you don't want something like this?” Stiles asked, standing a few feet away, showing him a tattoo in the catalog of a lizard that looked a lot like the Kanima. Scott gave him a dirty look. “Too soon? Yeah,” he muttered, putting the catalog back with a grimace. "I don't know, man, are you sure about this? I mean, these things are pretty permanent, you know?”
"I'm not changing my mind."
“Okay, but why two bands?”
“I just like it.”
“But don’t you think the first tattoo should have some sort of meaning, you know, or something?”
“Getting a tattoo means something,” Scott stated confidently.
“I don’t think that’s–”
“He’s right,” the bald man with the beard interrupted, “tattooing goes back thousands of years. The tahitian word ‘tatua’ means ‘to leave a mark.’ Like a rite of passage.”
“Yeah, you see? He gets it,” Scott commented with a big smile.
“He’s covered in tattoos, Scott, literally,” Stiles argued, crossing his arms defensively.
“Okay, are you ready?” the tattooist asked Scott. Scott nodded as he shifted in his chair, settling into a more comfortable position and trying to relax. “You ain't got any problems with needles, do you?
“Nope,” Scott replied, not quite believing himself, looking away.
The bald man nodded, beginning to prick his skin.
“I tend to get a little squeamish though,” Stiles commented anxiously, “so…”
“Oh, man,” Scott groaned aloud, wincing at the pain in his right arm and hearing the thud as Stiles’ body hit the floor when he fainted.
“Is your friend okay?” the tattoo artist asked.
Scott nodded. “Yeah, he’ll wake up in a little while, but he’ll probably have a headache. That sounded pretty hard,” he replied.
“Nothing a cold compress can’t fix.”
Scott laughed, nodding, and remained silent for the rest of the process, save for low, occasional groans. Stiles woke up once it was all over, receiving a cold compress for the bump on his head and leaving the tattoo studio with Scott to return to his beloved car.
"You okay?" he asked Scott once they were inside, noticing the grimace of pain on his face.
"Kinda burns."
"Yeah, you just had your skin stabbed about 100,000 times with a needle,” Stiles said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, but I don't think it’s supposed to feel like this," Scott insisted, groaning loudly as the pain intensified. "No, it's definitely not supposed to feel like this. Oh, I gotta take this thing off.”
"No, no, no, Scott. Scott, please stop,” Stiles pleaded as he watched him undo the bandage around his arm, exposing his bruised, reddish skin, the ink fading away. “Woah!”
“No, what? No, come on. It healed,” Scott muttered, disappointed, as the ink disappeared completely, the pain gone with it.
“Ah, thank God. I hated it,” Stiles admitted without a shred of tact, wincing at his best friend’s disappointed expression. “Sorry.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Scott sighed resignedly, settling back in his seat and staring silently out the window.
His gaze suddenly drifted off, just as it had all summer, his absent look now familiar but never comfortable. Stiles inserted the key into the ignition and turned it to start the engine, heading back to their respective homes.
Scott's silence was already a habit, but he still wasn't completely used to how dejected he looked. The last few months had been like this, as if he were spending time with the ghost of his once always cheerful and positive best friend, and there was only one—and pretty risky—way to bring him back to life, even if just for a few minutes.
"Hey, do you know if Abby's coming back to school?" he asked slowly, feeling his hands begin to sweat and become sticky, nervous.
Scott had been battling his broken heart for the past few months, doing everything he could to stop being the empty shell the breakup and her departure had made him. Bringing up Abby had two possible outcomes: a) remembering the good times would cheer him up a bit and he'd talk for a while; or b) it would depress him and he wouldn't say a word.
Stiles prayed it was the first option.
"She won't," he replied curtly.
Well, it's something.
"How you know? Did you talk to her? Did Andrea say anything?"
Scott shook his head. "No."
"Then how do you know she’s not coming back?”
"After everything that happened, I'm sure she isn't," he said with complete and utter certainty.
"I think she is,” Stiles argued, sounding just as certain as Scott. "I'd say pretty definite, you know. Like one hundred percent.”
Scott stared at him, uncomprehending, watching him nod toward the right lane. He decided to follow his gaze out of curiosity, his heart aching painfully when he saw Abby laughing as she looked at Lydia, who was behind the wheel and laughing along with her, while Andrea and Allison sat in the back seat, laughing too. They all looked happy.
It hurt.
Every second.
From the moment Andrea told him Abby was leaving town to the moment he heard her bedroom window close after they broke up, during the birthday party she and Jackson threw for his sister, and every day since she left; every moment without her hurt like his heart was being ripped from his chest and cruelly trampled underfoot.
Many times he wished he could turn back time to before the bite and realize how much he loved her, wishing he could hold her in his arms again, hear her laugh, be the one who made her beautiful blue eyes sparkle with excitement. Even if the end of their relationship remained unchanged, even if she left, the time they had spent together would bring him comfort instead of torturing him as it did now, reproaching himself for not having kissed her more, not having hugged her tighter, not having told her how much he loved her.
Abby looked away when she seemed to notice someone in the car next to them watching her, her smile fading the moment her blue eyes met Scott's brown ones.
"Oh my God," Scott managed to gasp, pulling his gaze away as quickly as he could, trying to shrink back in his seat. Stiles raised his hand in greeting to the group of girls in the car next to them. "Can we just drive please, Stiles?”
"Scott, it's a red light," Stiles pointed out, stating the obvious. "I think we should talk to them. Especially to her.”
"No. No, no, Stiles, come on. God, dude, no," Scott pleaded, embarrassed, watching him lean over to roll down the window and wave.
"Hey...!" Stiles shouted happily. Lydia didn't hesitate and pushed the pedal, leaving them behind in seconds. "You know, they probably didn’t see us.”
Scott wished he could die right then and there. The light turned green after a few moments, and the car started moving again, moving down the road, following the girls.
"What are you doing?" he asked, agitated.
"I’m driving," Stiles answered matter-of-factly.
"We're right behind them."
"Okay, well, do you see any turns?”
"I don't want it to look like we're following them."
"Well, what do you want me to do?"
"I don't know, anything.”
Stiles clicked his tongue, slammed on the brakes, and watched the car drive away. "Happy now?" he asked his best friend reluctantly.
Scott didn't answer, watching as the car in front of them also braked and he and Stiles looked at each other confused. They both jumped when they heard the loud crash that came next, followed by the girls' sharp screams. Scott jumped out of the car and ran towards them, approaching Abby and his sister while Stiles went to Lydia and Allison.
"Hey, are you okay?" Scott asked worriedly, taking Abby by the arms to make her look at him. Beside them, Andrea gasped, searching for words, shaken by what had just happened.
"It came out of nowhere," Allison said from the side.
"Are you hurt?" Stiles asked them.
"It ran right into us,” Andrea managed to say.
"Are you hurt?" Scott insisted.
Abby shook her head, looking him straight in the eyes, her lower lip caught between her teeth in fear. Scott swallowed hard, trying to pretend he wasn't shaken by the closeness and how their breaths mingled with each inhale and exhale, feeling his heart pounding out of rhythm.
"I saw its eyes before it hit us," Lydia said, distressed. Scott and Abby stopped looking at each other and stepped back uncomfortably. "It was like it… it was like it was crazy."
"No, it was scared," Scott corrected, approaching the dying deer that had crashed through the windshield and placing a hand on its fur. "Actually, terrified.”
Allison tried to help Lydia calm down while Andrea stared intently at the suicidal animal, impressed, and Abby tried to catch her breath, ragged from the enormous fright she'd just experienced.
Welcome back to Beacon Hills, Abby.
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SCOTT MCCALL
ABBY WHITTEMORE
STILES STILINSKI
THE DOOMED LOVERS!
I SHOULD HAVE SAVED YOU
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Clean (Taylor's version) by Taylor Swift
Rain came pouring down
When I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe
And by morning
Gone was any trace of you, I think I am finally clean
A Little Bit Yours by JP Saxe
I let myself want you
I let myself try
I let myself fall back into your eyes
I let myself want you
I let myself hope
I let myself feel things I know that you don't
You're not mine anymore
But I'm still a little bit yours
Seven by Taylor Swift
And I think you should come live with
Me and we can be pirates
Then you won't have to cry
Forest Fire by Brighton
When you were young, you used to dream about fires
And scream into the night
To find me standing barefoot at your side
I used to whisper it will be alright
And lay down at your side
And take your tiny hands into mine
And how was I to know
I'm not strong?
I should have saved you
And oh, I hope you know
That you're my home
But now, I'm lost, so lost
Start of Time by Gabrielle Aplin
Maybe we could be the start of something
Be together at the start of time
Girls like girls by Hayley Kiyoko
Girls like girls, like boys do, nothing new
Die with a smile by Lady Gaga ft. Bruno Mars
If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you
If the party was over and our time on Earth was through
I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile
Apologize by OneRepublic
You tell me that you’re sorry
Didn’t think I’d turn around and say
That it’s too late to apologize
Saturn by Sleeping At Last
With shortness of breath
You explained the infinite
How rare and beautiful it is to even exist
THE LONELIEST by Måneskin
And I just keep on thinking how you made me feel better
And all the crazy little things that we did together
In the end, in the end, it doesn't matter
If tonight is gonna be the loneliest