Moonlight Tryst ✖︎ Teen Wolf

00017 ➳ Cold

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Lyn Hall's POV - 25 / 06 / 2014 : Beacon Hills 

Of all days it had to be this day, realisation dawning, as if I could forget. Colton's anniversary, our anniversary. I grabbed my phone hurriedly typing in the number that was embedded firmly in my memory. Going straight to voicemail I listened to his voice, his voice that I hadn't heard in person for four years. Four years without... him. 

'Hey it's Cole, leave your number and I'll call you back unless you're Evelyn then I won't,' he chuckled afterwards, before the dial tone consumed the silence. I had payed his phone bills only to listen to his voice, because without I was scared I'd forget. I felt a soft grief-filled tear roll down my face as I called Brett, my back colliding with the wall, within the confined space of the hospital closet. 

His breath was laboured, heavy over the receiver. "Hey Brett, running." I said as a statement, knowing very well that he went for a run to the waterfall where Brett, Cole and I used to hangout. 

"Yeah," he mumbled, his breath slowly returning to a steady heave the sound of the thundering falls echoing in the background.

"It still hurts," I admitted quietly, the phone held loosely in my hand as I squeezed my eyes shut. 

"No one expects it to get better Eve, he was murdered" I nodded in agreement, whilst wiping the stray tears away. With a hum we sat in silence, his breathing on the other side comforted me slightly. 

"We should go to his grave."

"Are you sure?" he asked with urgency as I remained quiet. 

"Probably."

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Lyn Hall's POV - 25 / 06 / 2010 : Beacon Hills

The horrified expression was now gone from his face. Someone had closed his eyes leaving me with a peaceful presence as though he were asleep. I could have believed it if not for all of the blood. How can so much blood come from one body? The holes in his skin told of a messy end. After the second shot he was already dead. That's what a bullet to the brain will do. The other thirteen had been pointless. The scene spoke of rage and hate. The body, sprawled across the cold dirty floor now stained with red, had been abandoned.

Brett's arms encircled my waist tugging me from the horrific scene of blood shed, the shocked and unstable state of my mentality left me ridged. A warm blanket was draped carefully over my shoulders as my wandering eyes return to the crippled form of what once was my best friend. 

His body lay still, clothes ripped and blood soaked. Gun shot wounds littering his body, some in plain view covering his bare arms, others visible through torn clothes. His hair was mangled with sweat, left covering his forehead where he had struggled to stay alive, his arms lay limply by his sides, falling after the effort of holding his chest. His head was rotated in an uncomfortable angle where he had slumped into the depths of the afterlife. My face screwed up in pain as a white sheet was draped over top of the body to obscure the curious eyes of the crowd that was growing at a steady pace.

The first tear dribbled down my face, followed by and second and an eighth, before my whole body was wracking with unmeasurable disbelief and grief. My arms held tightly to Brett's shirt, his arms holding me in a firm grip just as he had done when I lost my mother and brother. My shrieks echoed in alleyway, pain filled and angry, I fought against Brett's hold trying desperately to get to Colton, where he would awake and say, "Just kidding Evie," and I would remark with a simple, "You suck," spitting my tongue out as though I was five. But he never sat up, he never said, 'Just kidding Evie.' He wouldn't be hugging me anymore, binge watching Supernatural with me anymore. I wouldn't be able to ruffle his curly locks, or tease him about his crooked jaw. He was gone, and it was all my fault.

If only I hadn't insisted we take a short cut, or even ask to go to the movies. Everything that led up to the death of my friend lay sprawled at the crime scene before me. My back pack that I had carried which could've aided him in protection from the first shot that lay embedded in his back. Our movie tickets to the Twilight Saga: Eclipse premiere, which I had convinced him to go for the free popcorn, which now lay forgotten besides his body. My right shoe, which I had thrown at the attacker had missed and now lay at the bottom of the high rise buildings walls. In a final act to save my friend, I had acted upon instinct and jumped in front of the gun, the mans words clear in my mind. 

"You're lucky I didn't rip him limb from limb."

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Lyn Hall's POV - 25 / 06 / 2014 : Beacon Hills 

"Stop asking me Brett," I chuckled quietly as he spoke over top of me. 

"Oh common, who was your first kiss, I swear to god if it was Tom I'll pull his tongue out and feed it to the squirrels which coincidentally you or Stefan will probably suck dry." This is what Brett did, he changed the topic and helped me release, it was a day where the two of us would just be within each other's company, even when we lost contact in the last couple of years, I'd call, and we wouldn't talk. That's all we needed.

"Hey, I don't eat squirrels, I eat Bambi's." He laughed loudly, wheezing towards the end.

"Dear god I missed you E, are you coming back to Mystic Falls any time soon?" His voice was pleading as I pondered the thought. 

"Probably," I paused as I heard the signal loud and clear in my perked up ears. "Look I love you Brett so much, remember that, I'll see you soon." I murmured, my eyes squeezed shut. 

"That sounds like a goodbye." I remained quiet as he took a sharp intake of breath, "Evelyn M Hall, that better not be your goodbye!" he growled.

"Brett," I whined softly. 

"Evelyn M Hall, I swear to god that I've never loved someone as much as I love you, you are my best friend, my family, my pack, and my first love. You better come back to me, or by the sun the moon the truth, I will find you and I will kill you." I laughed quietly, my face contorted in a mixture of sadness and surprisingly happiness. 

"You can try," I scoffed, 

"Evelyn," he growled angrily and unimpressed. 

"I'll try Brett."