[ cora's hesitant to reach out to matt, having been informed not too long since his introduction to wonderland of the type of things he's capable of. staying far away from him had kept her allegedly safe and out of his own sphere, but the beach and the school had brought them together, crashing into one another like the waves within the ocean. she finds herself conflicted, nonetheless, with what had transpired between them on the beach at the bonfire and within the event that had her smiling and laughing and being utterly mundane and human. she doesn't forget what she had done for him, in a history that doesn't exist, as cora hale has never stepped foot within the halls of beacon hills high while matt daehler had been around, ready to punch a few bullies in the face for terrorising a kid who, honestly, deserves a little slack. it's hard to shake, to say the least, of what he had done for her and what she, in turn, had reciprocated unintentionally. ]
[ she can't sleep, so she decides to try and send him a text, but words have never been cora's strength. baby steps aren't, either. ]
Is this Matt from Beacon Hills?
[ she never really got him to repeat his surname. ]
text » one am, july 18
[ she can't sleep, so she decides to try and send him a text, but words have never been cora's strength. baby steps aren't, either. ]
Is this Matt from Beacon Hills?
[ she never really got him to repeat his surname. ]