Stydia One Shots

Goner

I'm a goner,

He thought he could handle it.

Somebody catch my breath

He thought he could handle himself

I'm a goner,

But he could never stand a chance against something like that.

Somebody catch my breath

She had felt it, a pang in her heart.

I want to be known by you

She could sense it, she could feel his life slipping away.

Though I'm weak and beaten down,

"Stiles?" She whispered, kneeling down to his body that was barley holding onto its soul.

I'll slip away into this sound,

There was so much pain, he just wanted it to end. But when he saw her face, he didn't want to die. He wanted to stay, see her smile again and cry tears of joy.

The ghost of you is close to me,

"Stiles, st-stay with me, okay? You have to stay," She could taste the salty tears in her mouth and his blood on her shirt as she cradled him.

I'm inside out, you're underneath.

He let out a pained smile to try and let her know he was okay, but in all truth, he was nothing but okay.

I've got two faces, blurry's the one I'm not.

He felt the pain not from his wounds, but from his heart. Where the strings tugged and pulled as she held onto his hand.

I've got two faces, blurry's the one I'm not.

"I love you," she said, pressing they're foreheads together. She could feel his slow breathing on her face and begged and pleaded she would see another day to feel that breath.

Don't let me be gone,

"I love you so much, Stiles."

Don't let me be gone,

"I will always love you, Lydia."

Don't let me be gone,

"I will too, okay? You're going to live, Stiles, you're going to love."

Don't let me be gone,

"Goodbye, Lydia Martin."

Don't let me be

She screamed, shaking his lifeless body, trying to wake him from an endless sleep. Sobs erupted from her chest and she wheezed as tears steamed down her dainty cheeks.

Don't let me be

"Stiles!" She yelled. "Stiles, come back! COME BACK!" Her throat was raw and sore but that didn't take away from the growing pain in her heart that would soon swallow her up, only leaving a lifeless body of who she was.

I'm a goner, somebody catch my breath.

She couldn't feel his breath, or see the little twinkle in his eye.

I'm a goner, somebody catch my breath.

She held him close, not feeing the steady rise and fall of his chest. Only a shell.

I want to be known by you,

She had loved him. She had loved him so much it consumed every part of her.

I want to be known by you,

And she always would love him.

Goners- twenty-one pilots.

A/N:

Lol sorry.