Run away || a stydia fan fiction

9. Goodbye

"I'll find my way back to you"

Third person's pov:

About a month later, Matt was in jail for six weeks, and Lydia had a restraining order against him. He would never come anywhere near her again, which was a huge relief to Stiles, Allison, and Scott. They just wanted their strawberry blonde to be safe.

Lydia still had nightmares and anxiety, but she was planning on getting therapy as soon as she got home- wherever "home" was.

She and Stiles still hadn't decided what they were going to do, and their time in the beach house was ending in a couple days, although Scott and Allison were heading back to DC today. Allison, now four months pregnant, early into the second trimester, was only just starting to show. As she stood by the door of the beach house, waiting for Scott to bring down the last bag, Lydia placed a hand on Allison's stomach.

"I don't want you to go." She sighed.

"I don't want to go either, but I'll see you soon."

"I know, I just want to be there for you while you're pregnant."

"You're welcome to stay in our guest room. Plus, we're planning on being back in Beacon Hills within a year." She smirks, but it quickly fades when she notices the neutral look on Lydia's face. "You still haven't decided?"

"We haven't really talked about it. I... don't really know yet."

"What do you mean-"

She's cut off by Scott trudging into the room with a red suitcase in hand, Stiles bouncing behind him.

Allison gives Lydia a concerned look, but the green-eyed girl shrugs it off.

"Well, we gotta get going." Scott says sadly.

The four friends pull each other into an emotion-filled group hug, wishing they had just a bit longer. They hadn't all been together at the same time, in the same place since High school, and this trip made them realize how much they missed it, despite the ups-and-downs.

After a couple tears were shed, Stiles and Lydia waved Scott and Allison off as their rental car pulled out of the driveway.

Stiles pulled Lydia into a side hug, lightly pecking the top of her head, but it didn't feel natural. It didn't feel right.

~

They were losing each other slowly. The other was slipping from their grasp, and they hadn't even noticed it until now, while they sat around the table, sipping their coffees- until it was too late.

They hadn't even needed to say a single word, the silence was enough. They both knew this was going to end here.

"Stiles..."

"I know."

"It's not your fault, it's all me. I haven't been alone in years, and I just think that I need the independence right now. I... I don't want to do this, but my heart is saying I have to. I'm sorry-" her eyes swelled with tears, and her heart physically hurt.

"Lydia, don't apologize. This is what we need right now, and maybe one day..."

"Yeah. I really hope so." She whispered, inhaling the steam which was rising from her mug.

And that was it. They both collected their things and left the beach house, sharing a friendly hug on the way out.

"Stiles?" She muttered as he held her close to his heart.

"Yeah?"

"We're still... friends, right?"

"Always."

~

He went back to Beacon Hills, and she caught the first flight out to Washington. They both felt empty without each other, but it wasn't as painful as they'd both expected, though at the same time, it was worse. Lydia let go of her knight in shining armour, and Stiles' relationship with the girl he's loved for ages ended before it even began.

Lydia sat in the window sill of Scott and Allison's guest room, staring out the window, watching the rain drops land on the glass. It was a bad day, weather wise, and the two had left Lydia at home while they went to buy groceries. Allison insisted that she could stay home to help Lydia settle in, but she promised that she would be fine on her own.

Meanwhile, Stiles was walking around Beacon Hills, aimlessly. He didn't have work, since he'd expected to still be in Miami, and his apartment was too quiet. He needed to be around people, or he'd fall into a slump, so he headed to the local bar. It was a bit run-down, and smelt of musk and alcohol, but what else would you expect? He entered the building, and headed directly to the bar, taking a seat on an empty stool. A female employee raised her eyebrows at him, signalling for him to order.

"Bud Light, please."

Within seconds, a tall glass containing the foamy alcohol was sitting in front of him. He took his first sip, and looked around a bit, hoping he might find a familiar face. Just then, his ex, Savannah strutted in, looking more beautiful than ever. Not that she wasn't stunning before, but now, she was... well, he couldn't describe it. He almost spit his drink at the sight of her. She had longer, dirty blonde hair, and she wore a leather jacket with a green blouse, dark skinny jeans, and brown knee-high boots.

"Stiles?!" She exclaimed as the two made eye contact.

"Sav-Savannah! How are you?" He asked as he stood up to hug her.

"I'm good, how about you?" She flashed him a smile with her perfectly white teeth, taking a seat to his right.

He took a big gulp. "Uh, I've been good too. Anyway, let's get you a drink." He suggested. "Excuse me, ma'am!"

The same woman turned to face him.

"A vodka Martini for the lady, please and thank you."

"You still remember my favourite drink!" Savannah laughs.

"How could I forget?"

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Author's note:

The next couple chapters are gonna have some drama, so stay tuned! Thanks for reading <3