backstory; kind of inspired by a post i saw on Instagram.. this takes place about 3 years after senior year..❤️
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Stiles was happy.
He was a relatively simple person, all he needed was a notebook and his guitar, and he would be just fine.
It wasn't that he was lonely, he simply just didn't feel the need to rely on anyone.
He had friends, but he rarely called any of them; he would choose music over humans any day.
And so that's how his life went; sitting on the hill behind his house, writing songs and watching the hours drift by, never stopping to think about any time but the present. He was happy, something he hadn't been in a long time.
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Lydia was broken.
She was constantly stressed, trying to make a living and struggling to stay the owner of her small apartment.
Everyday brought along a new problem, and often times she was unsure if she would make it through the night.
She needed a hero, to save her from her own life. And she knew that she would never have one, so she kept on, washing fresh scars from her tiny thighs each night. What a life.
She didn't know why she called him that night, but she had, and was glad she did. He picked up after the third ring, "Lydia?" He had answered in tired voice.
"Hey, uh this is kind of sudden, but I just hadn't really talked to you in a while, so I thought i'd just call to see how things were going with you."
"At three o'clock in the morning?"
She hesitated. "I-"
"Lydia, are you okay?"
"..I don't know.."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know, Stiles, just things are getting harder and I don't know what to do-" she let out a sob. .."I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize, I get it. Do you want to meet somewhere talk about it?"
"No, no i already woke you up, I'm not going to force you to have coffee with me at 3 o'clock in the morning."
"I want to help you, I don't like it when you're upset. And you're not forcing me, I'm offering. Please, Lydia."
She sighed and ran a shaky hand through her hair. "Are you sure?"
"Yes Lydia, just meet me at the diner."
"Okay," she said before hanging up.
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She had been waiting for about 5 minutes, when she heard the bell above the door of the diner ring. She looked up to see the familiar brunette staring back at her.
He walked over and sat across from her. "Hey there," he said smiling softly.
"Hi." She said back, mentally slapping herself for being so awkward.
She took a second to take in his appearance. He was dressed in a red t- shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants, and his hair was messed up, and looked as if he didn't put any effort into it. He had large bags under his eyes, and Lydia suddenly felt very bad for waking him up at such an unholy hour just to tell him about her problems.
"So tell me what's bothering you." He said after a brief moment of silence.
"I just don't think I can do this anymore."
"Do what?" He said, cocking his head slightly.
"Live." She replied.
"Lydia.." He placed her hands in his. "Why would you ever say that?"
"Because everything is falling apart." She said staring down at their joined hands.
"Listen to me, okay?" He said, tilting her chin up to look at him. "I know what it feels like to feel hopeless, and I know what it feels like to want to die. I spent years putting myself down and letting my problems get the best of me. I shut everyone out. I told myself I wasn't worth everyone's time. I was always miserable, no matter what I did.
And I remember asking myself, 'is this what living feels like?' I watched everyone else around me smiling and happy, and wanted to be like that, I wanted to feel happy again. So one day I decided that I would turn my life around. I found something that made me happy, and I kept doing it. I stopped doubting myself all the time. I fixed myself. And you can too. Even if things are hard and you don't feel like living anymore, just know that you're worth it. No one was put here on accident, you have a purpose. And it's important that you know that."
She knew he was right, she couldn't keep living like this, she had to change, and she knew she probably wouldn't have realized it if he hadn't said all that.
She wiped her cheeks of the mascara- stained tears that had fallen as he talked. "Thank you for everything, Stiles. I mean, really I.. I needed that."
"Of course. And please, if you ever feel sad, just remember, no matter where I am, you'll always have me."
He stood up and offered his arms out to her, which she gladly took. Her head rested against the crook of his neck, and her arms wrapped around his waist.
They embraced for a few moments before pulling away.
"Now, we should probably both go home and get some rest. Call me tomorrow morning, okay?" He said holding her hand once more.
"Okay," she nodded.
He walked her to her car and kissed her cheek before heading to his own and driving away. And as she watched the Jeep pull out of the parking lot, she smiled and silently thanked God for Stiles Stilinski.
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A/n: okay this sucks, it's my first one but they'll get better I promise. But Stiles' speech is so true in so many ways, always know that you're important and that you weren't put on earth by accident. I love you all❤️
Schools almost out, so I'll have way more time to update my stories yay.
Bye cuties!
