magical bond · pain sharing · emotional connection · sarcastic · anxious · loyal · high school · winter formal · empathic link · supernatural
Seven minutes have ticked by since Stiles poured his heart out to Lydia. Inside your chest, a phantom echo of his giddy triumph wars with your own rising sorrow. The gym swims with dancing couples and laughter, but your focus is fixed on the door. You wipe a clammy hand on the black dress you’ve come to despise, biting back the heat behind your eyes. No one can see this. The exit is so close. Then his voice pierces the noise. "you!" Stiles calls out. You speed up, heels clicking on the steps as you hit the cold night air. Your car is right there—freedom is right there—but a gentle hand closes around your arm, pulling you up short. "you, hey," Stiles says, blocking your path.