PerfectlyBriefQueen
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atlas-of-a-human-soul
Wildest dreams, pt. 3
Summary: The imprint bond sets in, however it isn’t quite as dreamy as one would expect.
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Turning pages, Y/N did her best to ignore the pebbles hitting her bedroom window. Isn’t it ridiculous to throw stones at their age? When they were still kids, Jacob once broke a window and he was banned from ever trying the same. It’s not as if she had to tell him either for the glass had shattered just as she approached it. He felt so guilty he carried her books for a month after.
Tracing the faded crescent scar on her forearm, Y/N’s eyebrows furrow. It was so long ago but the scar still burns and when she thinks about the past, the pain feels as real as it did that night.
Inhaling sharply, she rolls her eyes. If they throw any harder, history might repeat itself. Besides, her dad was still asleep in the living room and he wasn’t quite fond of Sam’s cult. Y/N always believed it’s because of the way losing Jacob impacted her was at the root it, but they never really talked about it. There wasn’t a way to fix any of it, she never saw the point of picking at her wounds that desperately wanted to heal.
Grunting, she throws the book on the bed. With lips pressed in a thin line, she turns on the light and heads to the window. Opening it with a swift, fluid motion, her eyes fall on two tall figures standing still with their eyes focused on her.
“I’ll call the sheriff.”
“That’s what you’re opening with?” Embry chuckles. “You might find it disappointing to learn that the sheriff is a friend.”
“And here I thought she might be happy to see me”, Quil sighs dramatically, placing his hands on his hips. Shaking his head comically slow, he pouts.
“Get lost”, she exclaims.
Their heads snap up with mouth open, both insulted and dejected.
“What did I do?!” Quil whines. Narrowing his eyes at Embry, he grimaces. “This is all your fault!”
“HOW IS THIS MY FAULT?!”