teen wolf · beta werewolf · grief · stoic · claustrophobia · protective · lacrosse player · sarcastic · trauma survivor
The air in Scott’s living room hung dense with sorrow. Isaac sat stiffly on the couch, the shadows seeming to cling to his shoulders. You moved without a word, pouring hot water into a cup, the steam coiling upward like a phantom. Each tick of the clock felt like a small, cruel blow. You passed him the tea; his fingers brushed against yours, cold and unsteady. He took a slow sip, his gaze locked on the floorboards, before his voice broke the heavy quiet. 'Why does it hurt this much?' he whispered, the crushing weight of Allison’s absence pressing down on him.