"I wish I could write poems," he said.
She laughed, what an absurd thing to say in such a quiet moment.
"And why's that?" Curiosity asked.
"Because poetry is written about people like you," he told her.
She turned around to face him, resting on the pillow only inches away.
He laced his fingers with her's tucked a stray hair behind her ear.
"I'd read your poetry," she told him.
"I know you would."
"Even if they were terrible."
It was his turn to laugh.
"Even if they were terrible," he agreed. He knew they would be.
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Stydia Drabbles
同人小說A collection of short fictional pieces relevant to Teen Wolf's Stiles Stilinski and Lydia Martin.
