Stiles Stilinski Imagines

I Didn't Say Goodbye

Okay guys, this one is really hard to write but this is what I thought of just now. My great-aunt (whom I was close with) passed away a couple of hours ago. Tears are literally coming out of my eyes right now. I need someone but all they say is sorry. Sometimes, a sorry doesn't help. A hug does. And since it's almost midnight, I can't get a hug from anyone. So, here. This is close to how I learned she had passed away. Btw, this one is for myself, if you guys don't mind.

"Hailey." I hear my mom say from the kitchen.

"What?" I ask from my comfortable seated position on the couch. I crane my neck and look over at my mom who has tears running down her face. "Mom? What's wrong?"

She walks over to me and hands me her phone. Tears begin filling my eyes when I read the text.

She's gone.

Cancer freaking sucks.

I hand my mom back her phone. I step back and walk to my room. I shut the door and numbly sit on my bed.

   She can't be gone.

Everything begins to hit me like a ton of bricks.

  She's actually gone.

She survived the first time, why didn't she this time??

My aunt was a kind and caring person, how could cancer just take her life away like she meant nothing?

Then, just like that, a thought comes to my head and I fall onto the floor. I can't handle my breathing. I can't control the tears.

  I never said goodbye.

Not knowing what to do or who to tell, I grab my phone and call someone who went through something similar.

"Hello?" He picks up and says after the second ring.

"Stiles." I sob into the phone.

"Whoa, y/n? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He asks frantically.

"Sh-she's gone! I ca-can't. Stiles I can't br-breathe. I-I can't believe she's gone." I say, my words all drowned by my sobs.

"Do you want me to come over?"

I nod but realize he can't see me. "Yes. Please."

"Okay. I'm on my way. Just breathe, okay? Wait till I get there." I hear shuffling on his side before he hangs up.

I stand up and toss my phone onto my bed. I subconsciously start pacing around my room, my tears slowing down a bit.

"Hailey! Stiles is here!" Mom shouts. A couple seconds late, there's a knock on my bedroom door. I quickly open it and wrap my arms around Stiles who immediately hugs back.

"I'm so sorry." He keeps whispering.

We soon back away from our hug and I wipe my face. "I'm sorry. I didn't know who to call."

"It's totally fine, Hailey." He says with a small smile on his face. "I wish I had someone who understood when my mom passed away. I'm just glad that you actually asked for me-"

"Stiles." He stops and looks at me. "Please stop talking." I say, slightly laughing.

"Sorry." He quickly says.

"And stop apologizing."

"So-" He stops himself and scratches his neck awkwardly. "Are you okay?"

I sigh and sit on the edge of my bed. Stiles sits besides me. "I don't know. I know she's in a better place and she's not suffering anymore but-" I blink away my tears. He grabs a hold of my hand, sending butterflies into my stomach. "-it's just hard knowing that I never got to say goodbye, you know?" He nods lightly, looking into my eyes. "I've always pictured her as this bad a-- biker chick who everyone just loved and this stupid and awful cancer comes along and decides to take her from the world?" I wipe my tear. "This world needs more people like her but they keep getting taken away. Why do bad things always happen to good people?"

"I don't know, Hailey. But what I do know is, there are still good people here." Stiles says quietly. "Like you. Plus, there's no cancer in heaven. She's completely healthy up there. Probably watching you and telling you not to cry because she's fine and dandy (what up Twenty One Pilots reference) and she'll always be in your heart, even when she's not physically here." He wraps an arm around me and I lean into him.

"Thanks, Stiles." I whisper.

"That's what I'm here for."

Okay, I need someone like Stiles. Or actual Stiles please.
I'm sorry this was depressing but I'm sad and have a right to be and have a right to write this lol. Anyway, vote, comment, request, blah blah blah.
~Hails:)