|| 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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I was doing my bed when I heard a knock on the front door. It was 10 PM. Who would come this late at night?I made my way downstairs to open the door and was welcomed by Stiles face. He was glaring at me. He didn't look like Stiles at all. Dark circles were under his eyes and his face was almost white? His state scared me. He looked so unhealthy and he was wearing all white. I could feel the sweat forming on my face. For some reason, I felt so uneasy.
"Stiles, what are you doing here?" I gulped. I was so confused and nervous. Almost as if I was expecting something terrible to happen.
"I-I am, I'm sorry Lydia." I couldn't help the scream that escaped my lips as I watched him fall down on my doorstep.
And that's when I woke up.
Sweat was covering my face as I tried to slow down my breathing. I was so terrified and shocked from that dream. It felt so real that I felt a desperate need to make sure that Stiles is okay.
I looked around me trying to adjust to my surroundings that's when I remembered where I'm.We arrived to Colorado and everyone's sleeping in their sleeping bags.
When I looked to my left, I noticed that someone other than me was awake as well. Stiles was sitting near a bonfire staring into pace. He looks lost in thought. I was still shaken up so I decided to go over to him. I could use a distraction from the thoughts that are overwhelming my mind.
"Stiles?" I asked. He was so out of it that he didn't notice my presence.
"Stiles." I nudged him.
"Lydia," He was confused by my sudden appearance. "I thought you were sleeping."
"I woke up." I shrugged. "What about you? Have you had any sleep at all?"
"No, I couldn't sleep." He rubbed his face. It was crystal clear that he was tired.
"Overthinking?"
"Yeah, I have a lot in my mind." He admitted. "What about you? What woke you up this late?"
"I'm not used to sleeping on the ground." I lied. I didn't want to mention the dream that I had about him.
I kept looking at him as he stared into the fire. The dream was taking over my mind as I stared at his face. What did it mean? Was it supposed to be a sign for something?
Neither of us said anything as we both were lost in our thoughts. Silence hung in the air like a bereaved soul until I felt like I wanted to speak my heart out. Maybe it could lift up some of the heaviness off my chest.
"When you were away," I started as I directed my eyes to the fire. I don't know why, but I felt the need to tell him this. "I kept my phone with me all the time. It was never on silent."
