―Let it go. Just breath, and let it go. You told me you and Stiles learned a way to control this. You find an anchor right. Find your anchor.
―My anchor was Allison. I don’t have Allison anymore.
―Be your own anchor. You can do this... Sweetheart, let me tell you something a teenager never believes. I swear to you it’s the absolute truth. You fall in love more than once. You’ll have it again. It will be just amazing and extraordinary as the first time. And maybe just as painful, but it will happen again. I promise. And until then be your own anchor.
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