princess and the geek [ stydia ]

chapter 11: gone

a/n not gonna continue from the last chapter 'cause ya'll know what happened in the bedroom ;)) cause i can't write smut

the next day

i wake up to a vibrating noise. i sit up, thinking it's my alarm, but it's 1:45. it's my phone ringing.

my phone shows the caller id: kira ❤️👼🏼

i decline the call and lay back in bed. my phone rings again, and it's kira again. i decline, but it rings once more. i groan and pick up my phone.

"what?" i ask, irritated. but it's not kira. it's scott. he breathes heavily, as if he's been crying.

"scott?" i ask, growing concerned. "why-why do you have kira's-"

"she's dead, lydia." i hear him say. i almost drop my phone, but i don't. "w-what?" i stutter.

"we-we got into an accident on m-my bike." he sniffles. "i-it's all my fault."

tears are prickling at the corners waiting to pour out by now. "scott, listen to me. it's not your fault." i whisper.

"but it is lydia! i-i didn't see the stupid curb and i was the one that made a too sharp turn and i didn't hold on to her!" he yells. i close my eyes and the tears fall.

"i'm sorry." scott whispers. i nod, even though i know he can't see me. "i know." i whisper back.

i hang up and let my phone drop next to me. there's a feeling in my chest that feels like i can't breathe, like a freezing hot but a burning cold. i choke up, but i don't say anything. i just sob and sob, the burning sensation leaving, and then coming back. i didn't even say goodbye. i told her to leave. all because i was grieving over allison.

allison.

she's dead.

and now so is kira.

my phone starts ringing again and it's stiles.
i ignore the call, not wanting to talk to anyone. i let my head fall back on my pillow now cold and wet with tears.

"i'm sorry." i whisper.

for a second i think i hear kira's voice say "it's okay."

but it's just my imagination.

4:57

i'm still awake thinking about her. her voice, her hair, her eyes, her hands, her smile.
everything about her and why i loved her so much.

i would always tell myself that she was like my allison. sometimes that would be a bad thing, and other times it was great. but now i realize. kira was never my allison. she was just my best friend. there's no one like ali.

and there's no one like kira.

and there's nothing like this pain.

and there's no one that can come help me.

and then there's everyone else.