WILDFLOWER, thiam

chapter one

The following story is my version of the Teen Wolf movie. I do not own the characters, only part of the story itself! DISCLAIMER: English is not my native language; I am currently studying it, so I decided to write this story in English to improve my skills. Any type of correction will be appreciated. Thank you, and enjoy the story! :)

new york, fifteen years later

I was walking through the streets of my neighborhood, at peace with myself, enjoying the warmth of that mid-April afternoon. My daughter, Amelie, was right next to me, her small hand resting securely in mine. She was everything now, the one constant in a life that had been anything but stable.

"Dad, when is Aunt Lydia going to visit us? I miss her every day of my life," she exclaimed with that bright smile that always lit up my world. Her voice was filled with that innocent joy only a child could have.

I smiled down at her, ruffling her golden curls. "Soon, my baby. She'll come soon," I replied. Or at least, that's what I hoped.

Lydia had been the one link I kept to my old life, the only person I stayed in contact with after leaving Beacon Hills. She had helped me more than anyone, especially after the divorce.

The divorce. Just thinking about it made a tightness coil in my chest. I had never imagined it would end like that, not with Lena. She had been my anchor when I needed it most. After leaving Beacon Hills, the weight of everything I had done, everything I had become, had caught up to me. It was like a darkness I couldn't escape: the nights were long, and the days were longer, and no matter how far I ran, the shadows of my past clung to me.

Depression was dragging me down like an unrelenting tide, draining everything I had within me. The nightmares, the guilt.

Then I met Lena, who had pulled me out of that. She had seen me at my lowest, accepted me, broken pieces and all.

And Amelie. The moment she was born, everything had shifted. I had a reason to fight again, something pure, something that wasn't just about my own failures. For the first time in years, I had a purpose.

But not even Amelie's innocent smile or Lena's steady support could fix everything.

Lena and I tried, we really did. But sometimes love wasn't enough. The scars ran too deep, and slowly, the distance between us grew. Until one day, it just broke.

The divorce was inevitable, though we promised to keep things amicable for Amelie's sake. And we had. Co-parenting wasn't easy, but we made it work. Lena had moved on with her life, and so had I—at least, I told myself I had.

I squeezed Amelie's hand a little tighter as we walked past the small coffee shop on the corner. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and I thought for a second about stopping. "Amelie, would you mind stop here for a little croissant?", I asked her, knowing she would be so excited for it.

She started to hop, while shaking her little arms, smiling. "Yes daddy, please!", she exclaimed. How could I say no to my little angel?

As we stepped into the cozy little coffee shop, the warm scent of fresh pastries hit us instantly. Amelie's eyes widened with excitement as she peered over the counter, trying to decide between all the delicious treats on display.

"Croissant, please!" she said to the girl at the counter, her voice—with that cute French accent— bubbling with joy as she pointed at the biggest one.

I smiled, watching her bounce on her toes. Moments like these made everything worthwhile. Despite everything that had gone wrong in my life, being here with Amelie gave me a sense of calm, of purpose.