[ and here is the crossroads. here, she needs to be brave. sansa shuts her eyes (unseen) and breaths air into her lungs. she tastes the resin-tinged pine on the air, snaking its way through her quarters from the sweet little christmas tree on the sill.
yes, she reminds herself. he deserves to know. ] There are things -- hard truths, Stiles -- and if you knew them... [ she suppresses a sniff. ] I am not a good person.
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yes, she reminds herself. he deserves to know. ] There are things -- hard truths, Stiles -- and if you knew them... [ she suppresses a sniff. ] I am not a good person.