Lydia can't seem to sleep at all. So she text Stiles from 12 a.m to 3 in the morning. Inspired by a Teenage Post on tumblr.
After S4, everyone's life seems okay for now, except for Lydia. Trying to learn how to control and carefully use her abilities as a Banshee, she realizes it's going to take a while to learn how to handle herself and this is just the beginning. Includes vague mentions of Stydia.
Just poetic verses about a moment of each character in the Glade.