[ glass can cut when someone smashes it into pieces, much like the thorns on a rose can nick the skin of whoever is holding it. Lydia knows even broken she's supposed to be better than this, her pieces can get into your skin and cut jagged little lines all over it.
what secrets does she have from peter hale? not any real ones, really, they're all laid bare the second he gets into her head aren't they? because he knows better than to let her have one. ]
he gives things back.
[ because he had left her alone. he didn't touch her when she didn't want it. she had been the one to hug him. but that's not the same thing, is it? ]
there's nothing i love here that i'd try to keep secret. not any more.
[ it's revealing too much, perhaps, but lydia can't bring herself to care. ]
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what secrets does she have from peter hale? not any real ones, really, they're all laid bare the second he gets into her head aren't they? because he knows better than to let her have one. ]
he gives things back.
[ because he had left her alone. he didn't touch her when she didn't want it. she had been the one to hug him. but that's not the same thing, is it? ]
there's nothing i love here that i'd try to keep secret. not any more.
[ it's revealing too much, perhaps, but lydia can't bring herself to care. ]