Obliviate [Stiles Stilinski | 4 ]

yearning

Chapter three

yearning

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Flora woke in her room, feeling rather lonely.

She had the strangest dream, that haunted her since she awakened in the middle of the night.

It was from the third-person perspective, seeing herself standing in a cerulean blue dress that was covered in blood in the middle of a train station. Her hand was trembling as she tried to reach someone's hand on the other side of the train tracks.

Their hands almost touched but a man that had his mouth sewed shut stepped in in front of her, pointing his old-looking pistol at her.

It wasn't a nightmare, something about the hand glistened comfort to her.

Her eyes closed again, not wanting to wake up yet. She reached for her glasses that were on the bedside table, blinking a couple of times after she put them on.

The room looked the same but so different at the same time.

"What are you doing here?" Flora frowned when she noticed a small red rose on her window. Its leaves started trembling just by the soft touch of Flora's hand.

The girl tilted her head, confused about the flower's origin. She never had a red rose in her room, especially one that looked like it would die any second. "I'll give you some water." She muttered, not caring that she was talking to a flower.

Flora started humming a familiar tune, stopping when she walked past her photo-covered wall. She scrunched her eyebrows, staring at the photos of herself. The longer she stared the more awkward it became.

There were photos from a photo booth with only her in the photos, having space next to her. It even seemed that she was hugging someone in the last shot.

It was like that in more and more photos on her wall. There was one from her first Winter Formal, where she was standing alone in front of the fireplace in the living room. One of her sitting on a sofa that Lydia had in her backyard with her head tilted back and arms in front of her as if she was stopping someone from tickling her.

She slowly tried to reach one of the photos, jumping when her ring tone went on. "Shit." The swear word left her mouth as she took a step back and hurried towards the ringing device. "Yeah?" She called out when she picked it up without looking at who was calling.

"I'm at the library, where are you?"

A line formed between her eyebrows when she heard Malia's voice. "Library?"

A chuckle could be heard on the other line. "Yeah? I'm waiting for you."

Flora cleared her throat, not remembering when she made plans with the girl. "I overslept, sorry." She lied. "I'll be there as soon as possible."