❛ And all at once, you're all
I want, I'll never let you go
King of my heart . ❜
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↳ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 :
"𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌"
(( Stiles Stilinski X Fem!OC...
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season 4 episode: 8
STILES ༄ ‧₊˚ ★
I can't sleep.
I toss and turn, unable to find a comfortable position. It's like sleeping is impossible tonight. My mind is racing, and no matter how many times I shift positions, I can't escape the thoughts that keep pulling me back to her.
I roll onto my right side, my eyes locking onto the empty space next to me. She would come over late, sometimes in the middle of the night without warning. She'd knock softly on my bedroom door, and when I'd ask why she was here so late, she'd always smile and say, "Because I missed you." It was so simple for her, like she didn't need any other reason to be with me.
But now the space feels cold. Blake is mad at me. She hates me for keeping Peter a secret from her. And I can't even argue with her for feeling that way. We all lied.
I lied.
I did it because I was scared. Scared that if she knew the truth, she'd leave. I know she'd never side with Peter, ever. Considering everything he's done to Scott and what he's put us all through. But I also know the other side of her, the side she showed when her father died. She was angry all the time.
I can still remember visiting her room after he passed, walking in her room and seeing the destruction she left behind. Claw marks on her bed frame and shredded sheets. She was furious, spiraling. She shut us out. For weeks, she barely spoke to me or Scott. I had no idea how to reach her. I just stood there, helpless, watching her fall apart.
And that's what terrified me. If I told her about Peter, about what we were hiding, I thought she might lose control again. That she'd go after him, try to hurt him, and end up doing something that she'd regret forever. I couldn't let her go through that. I couldn't do it.
But now, I wonder if I made the wrong choice.
Maybe if I trusted her more, been honest with her, she wouldn't be so angry. Maybe she wouldn't feel so betrayed. Maybe she wouldn't hate me.
I stare blankly at the spot where she'd lie, remembering how she'd rest her head against my chest, her body relaxed against mine. Her long eyelashes fluttering as she drifted in and out of sleep, her peaceful expression breaking every time I shifted. She always teased me about how I much I moved, annoyed but still somehow willing to put up with it.
She's not here to tease me now. And the bed feels too empty without her.
