[ cora doesn't know why she does it. lingering. she's not someone who lingers. ]
[ she's a ghost who haunts the memories of those who once knew her; she knows derek looks down upon her, expecting to see that little girl who lives on in his memory. that eleven year old girl who looked up at him as though he were the moon of her life, and her sister the stars. but she's not that little girl anymore. that little girl lingers, almost like a footprint in a fossil, while she moves on, trying to leave no trace of herself behind. it's easier that way, living almost off the grid; she hadn't existed for half of these people for years. it's difficult trying to break through that barrier, even now, even when she has all the reasons to do so. ]
[ but she lingers, like lydia's scream. that scream had been a high pitch, something headache inducing, a sound that she feels haunts the nightmares she has of her sister dying at the hands of her uncle and her family burning to ash. it's now like the soundtrack to the memories she wishes weren't real at all. she can't simply leave derek behind, or the pack, or these hopeless kids who find themselves into trouble simply by breathing. it'd be easier to cut ties and leave, but she finds that she can't bring herself to do so. ]
[ how are they supposed to protect lydia when they can't even protect themselves? she's the one with the target on her back. she's the one who had called for her attack dog to stop back in the locker rooms all those weeks ago, back when she didn't owe cora anything, even now, when she owes her nothing, she lets her follow her and talk to her and almost be friendly with her. ]
[ she doesn't enrol into the school, but she walks the hallways, sits in on classes, and tries to eat lunch with the gang like a normal teenage girl her age. now, she sits in the library, across from lydia who pours through a book while cora tries to keep a hold on her attention span. being normal is boring. being normal is weird. cora doesn't know how to be a kid anymore. tapping her pen quickly against the table, she looks around with a sigh. ]
[ she thinks about saying something to lydia, but her companion is busy, as she always is, being smart and normal and too good for the people who wander the halls of the school. she wonders why aiden has her attention. what does that werewolf have that some other guy, someone worthy of someone like lydia, doesn't? ]
[ she hates that she even thinks about this. ]
[ after a quick surveillance of the library, more taps of her pen, and a flick of one or two pages, she sighs loudly. ]
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my turn to invade the cora post
this is so not what i wanted!
[ she's a ghost who haunts the memories of those who once knew her; she knows derek looks down upon her, expecting to see that little girl who lives on in his memory. that eleven year old girl who looked up at him as though he were the moon of her life, and her sister the stars. but she's not that little girl anymore. that little girl lingers, almost like a footprint in a fossil, while she moves on, trying to leave no trace of herself behind. it's easier that way, living almost off the grid; she hadn't existed for half of these people for years. it's difficult trying to break through that barrier, even now, even when she has all the reasons to do so. ]
[ but she lingers, like lydia's scream. that scream had been a high pitch, something headache inducing, a sound that she feels haunts the nightmares she has of her sister dying at the hands of her uncle and her family burning to ash. it's now like the soundtrack to the memories she wishes weren't real at all. she can't simply leave derek behind, or the pack, or these hopeless kids who find themselves into trouble simply by breathing. it'd be easier to cut ties and leave, but she finds that she can't bring herself to do so. ]
[ how are they supposed to protect lydia when they can't even protect themselves? she's the one with the target on her back. she's the one who had called for her attack dog to stop back in the locker rooms all those weeks ago, back when she didn't owe cora anything, even now, when she owes her nothing, she lets her follow her and talk to her and almost be friendly with her. ]
[ she doesn't enrol into the school, but she walks the hallways, sits in on classes, and tries to eat lunch with the gang like a normal teenage girl her age. now, she sits in the library, across from lydia who pours through a book while cora tries to keep a hold on her attention span. being normal is boring. being normal is weird. cora doesn't know how to be a kid anymore. tapping her pen quickly against the table, she looks around with a sigh. ]
[ she thinks about saying something to lydia, but her companion is busy, as she always is, being smart and normal and too good for the people who wander the halls of the school. she wonders why aiden has her attention. what does that werewolf have that some other guy, someone worthy of someone like lydia, doesn't? ]
[ she hates that she even thinks about this. ]
[ after a quick surveillance of the library, more taps of her pen, and a flick of one or two pages, she sighs loudly. ]