"There's a difference," he said.
"With what?" She looked up at him twirling her strawberry blonde hair around and through his fingers.
"Loving and being in love."
"What do you mean?"
"Loving someone, it's a choice. It can exist simply, on its own. Falling for someone, being in love with them, it's like being drenched to the bone in a torrential downpour when it began as a slight drizzle. It's not something you can control. That's what makes it so much scarier. You don't know when it'll happen. It's spontaneous."
"Oh, I never looked at it that way."
"I know."
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Stydia Drabbles
FanfictionA collection of short fictional pieces relevant to Teen Wolf's Stiles Stilinski and Lydia Martin.
