DREADING | S.S. [2] ✓

fourteen

STILES STILINSKI STARED AT HIS CEREAL BOWL. Today was his second day as a college sophomore, and he was already done. He gave up. Since he'd realized it'd been a little more than a year since... That, Stiles had felt... Weird.

He always felt weird.

Now, Stiles lived alone, an hour away from Scott, and at least two hours away from everyone else.

Not like it mattered anyway.

He'd drifted apart.

Even Liam, who left Lilac letters all the time. Stiles thought he'd give it a try, but after the first letter he realized it was useless. It wouldn't change anything.

That happens in life.

What is done is done.
Nothing changes it.

Lilac is dead.
D EA D

Dear Lily,

Stiles here.

I miss you.

I love you.

Bye.

A notification went off on Stiles' phone, making him check it out.

Natasha (Psychology class): stiles?

Me: hey

Natasha (Psychology class): hey, there this student barbecue on Saturday for English Literature students, would you want to make me company?

Me: I can't, I'm sorry

Natasha (...): can I ask why?

Me: my friends and I are meeting up at Beacon Hills this weekend. We have plans.

Natasha: are they that important? I mean, you don't hang out with us that much, we'd like to hang out. I'd like to hang out with you.

Me: they're important. I haven't seen them in a long time. And I haven't visited my girlfriend's grave in a long time, sorry.

Natasha: I'm sorry, I didn't know.

Me: it's okay.

Natasha: I'll make it up to you, I promise. You owe me a date.

Me: date?

Stiles didn't want a date.

He just wanted Lilac.