Lydia had just lost henry, you knew it'd be hard for her considering her mum did kill him but you was planning to stick with her.

When the group was walking through a snow storm, Lydia walked off. You was confused, until you saw the foot steps faintly in the snow, so obviously you followed them.

"Lydia?" You whispered, loud enough for her to here.. Then you saw her, next to a walked stuck in the snow. She was holding her wrist out, ready to let it bite her.

"Lydia!" You step next to her. "Don't, don't you dare."

She instantly pulls her hand away, "Are we to young for this?" She spoke, frustrated.