She Needs To Know: A TeenWolf/Stiles Stilinski FanFiction

Not So Ephemeral

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"I asked you to leave me alone Stiles!"

He looks sick, possibly sleep deprived.

"Sorry Beths...I don't think i can do that."

I walk up gentle and touch his hand. Young love, so fragile, so temporary... I lean into him and brush my face against his. He looks surprised to see my kind nature not subsiding. I was like my old self. It felt amazing, comforting. There was only one problem...It wasn't real.

I kicked him in the shin and made a run for the window as he tended to his wounds. My breath heavy in the wind slowed my running a bit. My damp hair gave me a chill up my spine i tried to ignore.

After I assumed I outran him, I took shelter beside a cliff to think.

I'm not the same Bethany I was when I met him. I am stronger, independent, selfless. I grew up so much in the pass month i never even took note of it. The depression should have caved in, but all i felt was pride and honor to the new me.

The walk from the cliff to the old Hale family house was short and the time was passed thinking and staying aware of my surroundings. One i arrived, I went to Walmart and bought some granola bars, water, and a sleeping bag to make the floor in the burnt house less repulsive.

For the first time in a while i thought of my connection to the other Hales, Derek's sister, mom , my uncle Peter. I shed a few tears being nostalgic to the past. Ignoring old memories, my mind directed to Stiles. He looked at me like i don't know what I'm doing when he is the one who doesn't know what I'm doing. He's clueless and that's one thing i am depending on.

Derek's mom told me something one time when i pushed Derek off a swing so he wouldn't get sting by bees which he was allergic to. He broke his arm. I spent the entire night cry and she came in my bedroom. "Bethany" she said, "If you could redo that incident would you do it any other way." He would puff up like a puffer fish if i did so of course i said no. She replied, "Then have no regret. You were given a chance to be courageous and you were brilliant."

I had no regrets.

Young love is so fragile, so temporary, and so full of regrets.

This is not just young love.

Not so ephemeral.

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