Shipping whore, judgmental bitch; Slytherin, District 4, House Lannister.
Currently reading: Malavita by Tonino Benacquista
«You're my Wayne Brady… Jane. And you' re my Greg Proops… Brad». «I'm not that easy». «You're my Ryan Stiles».
do u ever just make scenarios in your head that will never happen but makes you so happy so you just keep on imagining them
Stiles remembers getting off the phone with her, begging her to come pick him up from the sleepover. She’d only left him an hour before, but he didn’t like being picked on by Jackson, was afraid tonight might be the night that the old Sheriff would be coming to say daddy wouldn’t be coming home again and where would he be if his mother needed him? He needed to be home.
It was dark before Ms McCall, voice shaking and tears in her eyes, told him that his dad was there to pick him up.
He never imagined that it would be his mother never coming home again.
A good samaritan had managed to untangle her, pull her to the surface, and get her heart beating again. However, with the amount of time she’d been without oxygen, terms like brain dead and no hope were thrown around. It took weeks bleeding into months before the Sheriff could tell them to let her go. When she’d kept breathing, Stiles clinging to her hand, he’d felt hope exploding in his chest. But it only lasted for a few minutes before she was gone forever.
