Just a Dream ~ Stydia

chapter 08

- Missing someone is your heart's way of reminding you love them -

                                                      - anonymous 

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There are two types of pain.

 Physical.

 And mental. 

Physical ; when you are living in the moment, thinking no shit will happen for the rest of your life. And then suddenly, while you are swinging on a swing, some idiot pushes you and you all of a sudden break your arm. With this type of pain, it can go away. You get a cast, people adore you for it and give this sudden feeling  to be by your side when you need them to do little things for you. Everyone suddenly gets this sympathy for you.  

Mental ; when you are living in the moment, thinking no shit will happen for the rest of your life. And then suddenly, while you are just walking while looking at you feet, and someone tells you that you are a nothing. That you are not worth the  time of the people you love. That what you are, is just a joke that everyone loves to tell. When you have a broken arm, people come running towards you. But when you have a broken soul, you're nothing but a person who has problems no one wants to deal with. Everyone suddenly feels this need to be distant from you. 

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6:45 A.M

A distant light woke Lydia up. 

The light began to turn into loud screaming.

And the screaming began to hugging. 

Then the hugging began to kissing. 

And I don't even want to say what happened after that.

"He really should get better curtains," Lydia whispered heading back to her bed. She knew that this wasn't the first time this happened. For the past few months, that's all Malia and Stiles have been doing. Every night, she'd hear the deafening sound of glass shattering. Every night, she hear the horrible cries of Malia begging. Every night she'd hear the mistake of Stiles forgiving Malia. Every night, she'd hear the person she's in love with, love someone else. 

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It was hard. 

For Lydia to see Stiles.

For Stiles to see Lydia. 

Frequently, Lydia would ( purposely ) brush her arm against Stiles's arm. He would shed a small smile, and Malia would basically growl under her breath. And every time that would happen, Lydia would find herself wet and lonely in the girls shower room. With no one to comfort her - even her best friend - she would tell herself it was 'okay'.

But really, it is not. 

Usually, Stiles would find himself to ( purposely ) choose Lydia as his partner is chemistry. She would shed a smile, and Malia would growl. And every time that would happen, Stiles would find himself being harassed at five in the morning with a broken window, and a broken heart. With no one to talk to - even his best friend or his dangerous girlfriend - he would tell himself that it was all 'okay'. 

But really, it is not. 

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12:15 P.M 

   The deafening sound of whimpering and small sobs spread through out the library. Even the librarian had disappeared into campus as she saw the strawberry blond enter the enormous building including books that were coated in thick layers of dust and old colorful tabs. A hint of damp tissues and ranch dressing intoxicated the small amount of air in the library. In the corner where the books which were categorized in 'Shakespear' sat a small little green eyed girl who was sobbing while reading a story named Eleanor & Park. She was not crying because of the book, but because she accidentally stained the carpet leaving a white stain that smelled like a caesar salad. She was crying because she accidentally spilled even more on the book's pages and now she, the rug, and the book smell like a salad she loathed since she was five years old.