#dyn. / stiles stilinski &. lydia martin. / ttrusfalls.

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@ttrustfalls, stiles stilinski sent to lydia martin: ‘ all along there was some invisible string tying you to me. ’

as stiles uttered those words, a plethora of emotions stirred within lydia. his declaration wasn't just a simple acknowledgment of their bond; it was a revelation, a truth she had perhaps been aware of on some level but had never dared to fully accept. how can she do that when she had spend the majority of her life ignoring it? though, she cannot really do that now. the feelings that he felt for the past years, the moments that bring happinness in, even when a storm was near them everytime, well, she felt all of it too.

for years, lydia had navigated the labyrinth of her own feelings, often burying them beneath layers of rationalization and denial. yet, in stiles' words, she found a resonance that was impossible to ignore. the notion of an invisible string binding them together resonated deeply with her, evoking memories of shared moments, unspoken glances, and a silent understanding that seemed to defy explanation.

in that moment, lydia couldn't help but reflect on the journey they had undertaken together – the highs and lows, the laughter and tears, the moments of triumph and despair. through it all, she realized, stiles had been a constant presence in her life, a faithful companion whose unwavering support had anchored her in times of uncertainty.

but acknowledging the existence of this invisible string meant confronting the tangled web of emotions that lay beneath the surface. it meant acknowledging the feelings she had long tried to suppress… feelings that had only grown stronger with time. it meant accepting that, perhaps, there was something more between them than mere friendship.

as lydia met stiles' gaze, she felt a surge of vulnerability wash over her, mingled with a profound sense of relief. for in his words, she found solace and validation. validation of the bond that had always existed between them, silently weaving its way through the fabric of their lives. and solace into the warmth of his words and confession that she was sure he wasn't one from taking back.

with a soft smile, lydia reached out, her fingers grazing his, as if to acknowledge the invisible string that bound them together. " you know, stiles, i used to think you were just being metaphorical, but lately, i'm starting to wonder if there's some truth to that statement. "