first love never lasts | teen wolf

twenty-seven

Allison stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom. She was wearing a long, long sleeved black dress with black boots. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail. She stared at herself in the mirror. She ripped the hair tie out of her hair, fixing it up as it flowed down. She sighed, her eyes watering. There was a knock at her bedroom door. Her father walked in.

"You ready?" He asked in a soft voice. She nodded. She grabbed her phone and walked to the door. Her dad put his arm around her shoulder as he closed the bedroom door and walked down the stairs.

They were going to Astrid's funeral. Her and Davina thought since she told everyone that Astrid was dead, they should have a funeral for her. It was the right thing to do. They invited all their friends and family.

They arrived at the graveyard where they had people put Astrid's tombstone. Everyone else was already there; Davina, Derek, Peter, Malia, Stiles, Scott, Lydia, Noah, Melissa. Davina even texted Josh to let him know.

Allison walked over to the tombstone. She placed a bouquet of Astrid's favourite flowers on the grass; lilies. She always liked the way they smelled; brilliant and beautiful. They were also the same flowers she bought Allison for her birthday. She stared at the words written on the tombstone: Astrid Claire. Loving daughter, friend, sister and girlfriend. 1996 - 2013

Allison wiped her tears then stood up. She stood behind the tombstone and looked at everyone. They each had tears in their eyes.

"It's okay," said the voice of Astrid's ghost in a whisper. "They need this. I need this."

She nodded and sniffled, wiped her eyes. She took a deep breath in before beginning to speak. "Astrid Claire. There's... so much to say about her. She had the brightest smile. The cutest laugh. The biggest heart. She was the best. She never let anything get to her. Always looking on the bright side. Even when there was no bright side." She chuckles, wiping a tear.

She sighed. She flew her head back, fighting back tears. "She was a daughter, a sister, a friend, and the love of my life. And she will never be forgotten." She looked at the ground. "I don't know what else to say," she mumbled to herself.

Astrid stepped closer to her. "Tell them I'm not going anywhere." Allison looked at her. "Tell them that even though they couldn't see me..." She looked at her friends and family. "I've been there the whole time."

Allison sighed. "She says she's not going anywhere." Everyone flicked their heads at her. "And she's been here the whole time. She has watched you smile, she has watched you laugh."

"And I know this changes some things. But you need to have the summer of your lives."

"Laugh. Have fun. Go to the beach. Take a step back from the books," Allison said, repeating what Astrid was telling her. "Leave behind all the hurt and the sad and have the summer of your lives. Because you deserve it. All of you. Then when it comes to it, enjoy senior year! Because it's going to be great."

"I didn't have big plans when I got here," Astrid spoke. "I didn't want new friends. I didn't want a new life. But then I met all of you." She walked around, looking at each one of her friends. "Malia, Stiles, Scott, Lydia."

"You are the best friends I could have ever asked for. You have shown me so much. Opened my eyes to so many new things."

"Stiles. You are so funny and so hyperactive. You always put a smile on my face. Your crazy little rants were so... interesting, I guess is one word." Stiles laughed.

"Scott. You were like a big brother to me. You protected me, you helped me. You are the sweetest person. Never change."

"Lydia. I remember when I first met you. You asked if I needed help with the math equation. Then after you asked to be my friend and introduced me to more. I couldn't have been happier for that." Lydia began crying harder.

"You guys are my best friends and my family. And I will always love you all." Davina wrapped her arms around Derek's waist, hugging him and crying into his chest. Malia leaned into Stiles while she cried. And everyone else had tears running down their faces.

"Malia, Davina, Derek and Peter. You guys are the best family a girl could ask for," Astrid said, standing by them. "Malia and Peter, you may not have been in my life for long, but you are my family and I love you dearly."

Malia wiped her tears away, sniffling. "Derek and Davina. You two have done so much for me over the course of my life. I don't know how I would've survived without you two. I love you all." More tears streamed down everyone's faces.

'This is good. I needed this. They needed this. It's all going to be okay., Astrid said to Allison, standing beside her. She looked at her and smiled with tears filling her eyes

They stayed by the gravestone for a very long time. No one felt like leaving. Astrid was a very important part of everyone's lives. Allison and the Hale's have had time to absorb Astrid's death but her friends haven't. It was going to be a tough one to get over. And it was definitely going to take some time. But they would. They all would.

Allison and Chris were one of the last people to leave besides Derek, Davina and Peter. Allison didn't talk at all during the car ride home. Mostly just stared out the window. Wishing things were different.

Arriving at home, she walked to the kitchen first, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. Before walking back up to her room, her dad gave her a hug, told her everything was going to be okay, and kissed her forehead. She flashed a small smile at him then headed to her room.

The first thing she did upon arriving at her bedroom was fall right down on the bed. She thought about what Astrid had said. About living life. Smile. Laugh. She thought maybe she should start doing that. Plan a girls trip. Her, Lydia, Malia, Davina. It could help them all. It could be a good thing.