Perfect Combinations~ Stydia One Shots

All I Have

A/N: this is Stiles and Lydia as Tate and Violet from American Horror Story season one. It's okay if you haven't seen it, you'll still be able to follow along. I find this scene so sad and beautiful. Enjoy

Lydia POV

I walked into my room with no expression. Stiles was there, laying on my bed. He's always there. That used to be a good thing. Now it seems more like a burden.

When you die in this house, you don't get to leave. Stiles and I were trapped here, along with all the other souls that the house collected. The most recent ghost to join us was my mother. It's all his fault.

Stiles perked up when he saw me walk in the room. His smile faded when he saw my sullen expression.

"Lydia, is everything okay?" He asked with worry.
"My mother is dead." I said blankly.
His ears turned pink at the tips. He knew he did something wrong.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I know you guys were close." He said with sympathy. He acts like he doesn't know.
"Yeah, we were. My dads downstairs all alone now." I told him. I still had no expression. I felt furious and devastated on the inside, but on the outside, I was numb.
"That makes me sad. I like your dad. He was nice to me." Stiles said. His answers were making me angry.
"He's nice to all his patients. Even the ones that lie to him." I said, the slightest bit of anger clung to my voice. My dad was a therapist. Stiles was one of his clients.
"What?" Stiles asked.
"Why did you start seeing him, Stiles? He said you needed help." I interrogated.
"I did. I do." He said. I could see him starting to realize his web of lies had caught up with him.

"You knew you were dead." I said, crossing my arms.
Stiles froze.
"Yeah." He said weakly.
"Do you know why?" I asked.
"The cops shot me. Right here, in this room." He gestured to my bedroom.
"Why? Why did they shoot you?"
He told me once not to ask questions I knew the answer to. I knew everything. I just needed him
to admit it.
"I don't know." He mumbled.
I glared at him.
"You murdered people, Stiles. Kids, like us."
Silent tears fell down his cheeks.
"Why would I do that?" He asked in shame.
I raised my eyebrows, suggesting that I didn't know either.
"I don't know. Why'd you kill those people who lived here before us?" I asked.
He was quiet.
"You're murderer Stiles." I whispered. My voice was weak.
More tears spilled out his eyes.
"I'm sorry." He said desperately. "I'm sorry. I was different then." He tried to reason.

"I used to think you were like me, that you were attracted to the darkness. But Stiles, you are the darkness." I said, tears brewing in my eyes as well.
"Before you, that's all there was." Stiles said, stepping towards me. "You're the only light I've ever known."
It took all my willpower not to cave into him. He was a monster.
"I believe that. I love you Stiles." I said with a change of tone. I placed a hand on his cheek. 
He smiled in relief.
I let my hand drop.
"But I can't forgive you."

His smile fell. I started to back away from him.
"You have to pay for what you did. All the pain you caused, all the sorrow. You murdered my mother."
"No!" He cried.
"You did." I said sternly.
He looked down in shame. I've never seen him cry this hard.
"I can't be with you." I said firmly. He looked up at me in pain and disbelief.
"I won't be with you." I backed further away.
"W-what are you saying?" He croaked.
I bit the inside of my cheek.
"I'm saying go away."

If a ghost was bothering you in this house, all you had to do was close your eyes and say "go away", and they'd disappear. I didn't want to do this, but he left me no choice.

"Go away, Stiles." I tried not to let my voice shake.
"Lydia please don't do this." He begged.
"I said go away." He was making this so difficult.
"Lydia, please." He was completely red from crying.
"GO AWAY." I screamed, shutting my eyes tightly.
"YOU'RE ALL I WANT. YOU'RE ALL I HAVE." He pleaded, screaming back.
"GO AWAY."

I slowly opened my eyes. The room was now empty. I stood alone, holding myself and sobbing. He was gone. It's not what I wanted, but what I needed.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. They pulled me into their chest and held me.
It was my mom.
"That was very brave." She comforted me.
I couldn't speak. My sobs echoed through the night. I didn't see Stiles watching me as I cried.
"She's never gonna take you back." One of the ghosts told him.
His face was stone cold.
"I'll wait forever if I have too."