Just Stydia Things.

«32» Terrible Things

A Christmas Special! ❤

Listen to: Already gone Cover by Sleeping at last
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Cancer by Twenty-One Pilots

CAUTION: A sad Stydia one shot row ahead!

Her body was lying down on the fabric. Her body so weak that she could barely even move. Her skin much paler than her natural. The dark circles surrounding her once beautiful and lively emerald green eyes were big enough to make her profile look like a skeleton's. Her once rosy red lips were still lump but were now so white and dry. Lips were chapped and the color of the scene itself was fading. Her right hand resting on her flat, thin and empty stomach. Her left hand was lying on her side. Some wires and needles sticked into her skin. The sound of continuous beeping of the heart monitor echoed through the room. Her beautiful and flawless long strawberry blonde hair was long gone. Literally. It was all off. She had no hair leaving her bald. She was barely even alive.

She felt a presence with her in her room. It felt like someone was watching her. She very slowly and gently turned her head looking over to her visitor.

There stood a man looking around his early 30's. He was wearing a sympathetic look on his face. The eye bags on his face were so evident and the light red color on his eyes and nose. The man's cheeks were still wet. It was obvious he had had been crying. He wore casual clothes. Two buttons on the top of his polo shirt were unbuttoned. His caramel colored eyes glued on her grassy green ones which were the only things that added color with everything.

When the man got closer to her, sitting on a chair on her bedside, she could now see the evident moles on his face which she always loved so much and his high cheekbones and sable chocolate colored hair. It was messed up. She loved the way it looked. She loved the way he looked in anyway.

He gently took her hand in his two ones and rubbed them gently before placing the skin of the back of her hand to his lips and kissed it. Her skin was so fragile against his and so cold and pale.

" Lydia, " Stiles started.

" It's okay, Stiles. " Lydia spoke.

Her voice ragged and barely hearable.

Stiles looked at her revealing his wet eyes now from the light.

" I know. " she said. " You don't have to say anything anymore. You've said enough, done enough... " Lydia said under her breath. Her voice fading away.

Stiles kept looking at her and listening to her. He memorized every detail of the sound of her voice knowing this was the last time he'd hear it. He listened and studied every inch of the way Lydia looked. Her eyes, her lips, her everything. He studied every millisecond of this moment knowing this was the last time. Ever.

" All I can say i-is...t-thank you. You w-were the best thing that ever happened to me.... " she whispered closing her eyes. A smile growing on her face. And she loved the feeling of smiling. She hadn't been able to for a while now.

Stiles started to sob silently. He pressed her hand on his lips crying. Her hand drenched in his tears.

" You were the best thing that ever happened to me too. " Stiles sniffled.

Lydia opened her eyes. A single tear rolling down her cheek.

" If you're gonna say goodbye, I don't wanna hear it. Please. " Stiles pleaded. His sniffles getting a little louder.

" Please don't cry. Don't be sad, Stiles. Nothing hurts anymore. I'm happy. I really am. " Lydia whispered her voice still ragged.

Then, the two of them heard soft little footsteps entering the room.

Lydia's head slowly and gently turned seeing a young little girl standing by the doorway wearing a purple jumper dress above a white long-sleeved shirt. The little girl had the same color as her hair before. Beautiful and wavy strawberry blonde. She had skin as pale as her own and profile much like hers. Only, the contours on the little girl's face were different and she had caramel colored eyes unlike hers. The girl was looking staring at Lydia with her face downhearted and full of sympathy.

Allison. Lydia's daughter.

So, Lydia Martin didn't say goodbye to her family. She only said to them simple yet meaningful last words. The night after that, Lydia Martin passed away living Stiles and their daughter to the world.

Just remember.

You were the best thing that ever happened to me...

Okay. I'm fucked. This is so emotional. Bye.

THANK YOU FOR READING!
-Kate