Anchored

Chapter 4

I looked up at Deaton as hoped filled my eyes. Lydia, you haven't screamed yet. So that means at the moment he is just unconscious. We still have time. Remember when scott, allison and stiles sacrificed them selves to help save their parents. Well they had an anchor to help them back. Stiles just needs the one he loves-" Malia cut Deaton off. "Ok so what do I do? Im his anchor because I'm his love. What if our love isn't strong enough? Do I-" Malia's voice faded away In my ears. I remember when I was Stiles anchor. When he gave me all the love in the world and I took it for granted. Now I'm not even his anchor anymore. How could is love just suddenly stop. I could feel my heart shattering into a million pieces. Lydia get a hold of yourself. Malia could save stiles, and that's i I wanted was for stiles to be ok. I tuned back into the conversation. "MALIA" Deaton yelled, this time cutting her off. "That's the thing, your not his anchor" he said slowly and then turned his head towards me. I felt my heart start to put the pieces back together. "Lydia, your his anchor. His love for you was so strong it's almost physically impossible to let it go. Even though he moved on and he DOES love Malia, he never could stop loving you. Your his anchor, you can bring him back." I took in a deep breath. I looked over Malia and she gave me a sad smile. "If it'll save him, I'd do anything." She said and gave me a nod towards the door to stiles's room. "Maybe I misjudge Malia" I thought to myself. Before open ohm the door I looked up at Deaton. "Just talk to him and touch him, do whatever feels right to you" he told me. I turned the door nob.