|| Teen Wolf Alternate Universe [Stydia] ||
She's somewhere in between wanting him back and never wanting to see a glimpse of his face ever again
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Loss is understood as a natural part of life. Everyone during their lifetime is likely to experience it. Whether it was losing a job,a friend , a parent and the hardest of them all is losing home.
When I was four years old, I experienced loss for the first time in my life. It was my first time crying over someone. Lucy, who'd been my neighbor ever since I was born, moved to another state because of her father's job. I lost her to her father's job. In that moment, the word loss was added to my dictionary.
When I was thirteen years old,I experienced the loss of a father. At the age of 34, he was diagnosed with early-stage lung cancer after having treatment for a kidney stone. What shocked us the most was that he was very healthy;he had never smoked a single cigarette in his life, and had no symptoms. I lost him to Cancer. In that moment, the word grief was added to my dictionary.
Watching my father lay in the hospital and die was one of the most painful and disheartening moments of my life. Trying to overcome this heartbreaking experience was awful and seemed to take forever. I felt as if the sadness that I was feeling will never left up. The world was caving in on me and my whole world was falling down around me but I never felt lonely.Someone was there for me. Someone's managed to pick me up.
When I was 16 years old, I lost that someone. I lost my Anchor. The one whose shoulder was a pillow for me to cry on. The one who completed me in every single way possible. The problem is, I didn't know what I lost him to so I had nothing and no one to blame but myself. In that moment, the word loneliness was added to my dictionary.
I think It's funny how I used to share every little story with him back then but now, I can't even look him in the eyes. We were walking side to side. I had my headphones on so he wouldn't try and speak to me. The thing is, I couldn't find it in me to play a song. I didn't want to block his voice out, it was actually quite the opposite. I wanted to hear his voice. I wanted to hear him out.
"..because we've only been here for like 3 days? And our fridge is as empty as it can be. So we had to order something and you know ho.."
"..I actually don't remember if I went to the bathroom after that or not.."
".. at the end his daughter was actually hiding when they all thought that she was.. "
I was walking in a slow pace as I looked forward, trying to ignore his voice in the background. He told a story after story. I don't think he's going to shut up any time soon. That's Stiles for you. He doesn't give up easily.
"I don't remember the time I was this disappointed. Why did their tickets have to be sold out in less.."
"...this girl called Iris. I think it's ironic how someone with a beautiful name could be this awful.."
