Just a memory (teenwolf fanfic)

1. THE ANNIVERSARY

Scott

„Scott? Hey, Scott!"

  Scott rubbed his eyes and looked up at his best friend. Stiles looked irritated.

  „For how many times I have to call you before you decide I'm worth your attention?"

  Scott shook his head. „Sorry, I was just... lost in thoughts, I guess."

  And there was a lot to think about. Few days ago he broke up with his girlfriend, Kira, when she joined the Skinwalkers in the desert. He sort of thought being miles apart weren't the best conditions for a relationship to live. The memory was still alive in his mind.

She kissed him goodbye.

  "Kira..." he began.

  "Yes?" she asked.

  He remembered how upset he was. She was about to lose her life, but not die, which was a sacrifice for his pack. But he wanted to do it neverthless.

  He knew for a while that their relationship wasn't what it used to be. They stopped talking about everything, her laugh became shorter and her eyes no longer shined as bright.

  "Kira", he struggled for words. "You're a great girl. You deserve someone to love you the way you deserve. I mean-", his tongue tangled.

  She looked away. "I understand." Her look reminded him of himself, once. After they've beaten Gerard and saved Jackson. The night was cold, the wind was chilly, and Allison broke up with him. He said he understanded. Although he didn't. He didn't understand anything. He told her he was going to wait for her.

  Allison... he had to admit he thought from time to time she was why he broke up with Kira. How could a relationship be healthy when you're not entirely sure you're over your first love?

  His glare paced around the canteen. People talking, laughing, acting so normal. It was hard to face normal after all he's been through. After all he's pack has been through.

  "Scott!"

  Scott winced. „Sorry, I was just – „

  „Thinking, yeah. Bro, I know it's hard now, but you will heal. As you always do. Sometimes it just takes a little longer," Stiles looked sympathetically now. Scott knew he was referring to Kira, but it sounded a bit like he read his mind.

  The alpha wished he could read his best friend the way he read him. Scott could tell nothing from Stiles looking at Lydia Martin approaching them. Did he still care about her? Is that why he broke up with Malia? Scott wasn't able to tell.

  „So what did you want to tell me?" Scott asked Stiles, who moved to leave space for Lydia to sit.

  „Well, Scott, today is... Allison first death anniversary. I think we should visit... her grave." Stiles whispered, suddenly losing the joyful tone in his voice.

  Scott felt like he has an asthma attack, but he was breathing normally. First anniversary... a year. How did the guilt not kill him by now?

  "Scott? Are you okay?" Lydia's perfect eyebrows connected with concern.

  No! Not at all! he thought. "Yeah, fine", he said.

  Stiles's look was telling him Stop lying, but his friend didn't say it out loud. Scott was thankful about that.

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Lydia

Allison Argent

1996-2013

Nous protégés ceux qui ne peuvent pas se proteger eux-meme

This was so hard.

  All of it. It was so hard. Stiles being so unusually quiet, Scott staring blankly at the grave she looked away from. Because under that grave, six foot underground, lied her best friend. Forever.

  Lydia felt salty streams make their way down her cheeks, slowly at first. She also felt Stiles's hand squeezing hers. She felt a lot of things. And she didn't feel anything.

  She wiped the tears away and kneeled down to placed a flower on the grave. Red rose. Allison's favourite.

  She stood up and buried her face into her hands, hiding from the world.

Stiles

  This was too much. He tried to look partly calm and like he's doing okay, but it was so hard. Cause he killed her. The feeling of guilt was so strong.

  He squeezed Lydia's hand to comfort her, but at the same time try to stop his body from trembling.

  Stay calm, stay calm.

  He would do anything on this world to bring her back. Anything.

  Nobody blames you, Stiles.

  He blamed himself.

  It was the Void Stiles, you would never do that.

  He could have been stronger, he could have stopped the Nogitsune. Scott would stop him. Lydia would, too. But not Stiles.

  His shoulder brushed Lydia's as he knelt on the grave to place a bouquet of flowers he bought before school today. Lydia smelled like spring, his favourite season. She tried to hide her face, but she was crying. Because of him.

  Stiles looked at his best friend. Scott wasn't crying. He just looked so empty. Like all his feelings died with Allison.

  He would do anything in entire universe to bring her back.

  But he couldn't, right? That was the whole problem. She was gone and there was no way to bring her back. He remembered the conversation he had with his Dad in the morning.

- It's probably better there where she is now.

- Stop it, dad.

- Stiles, I know it's hard. But if you think like that, you will feel even worse.

  Dad was probably right. But how was he supposed to think?

  He shook his head to clear his mind. They were standing by the grave a little longer, untill they in silence decided to go. Stiles turned his back on the grave when something glowed in corner of his eye.

Hi guys, thanks for reading this fanfic, for giving it even a tiniest chance! It may be a little shitty right now, but it will get better, I promise. Wait for the real conflict. If you ship stydia, scallison, like Malia as a character or simply love Teen Wolf the way I do, I think you're gonna love it. Please vote and comment if you do! Love ya all!