The Wolf After Dark [Twilight x Teen Wolf]

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"Tell me about Scott."

The silence that followed felt heavy. Dry. The air felt cold, a bitter kind, as Stiles bit into his lips in contemplation. What was there to tell? They were friends. Bound together for life. Or so he had hoped. And life happened. They drifted apart. They were friends once. Best of friends. Now they weren't, it was as simple as that, so why was it, he wondered, that he couldn't come to terms with the fact that it was over. That they were no more. Why was it that he wished for things to go back to the way it was before. "It happens, we were friends, now we are not. Its whatever, honestly." Was it though, was it whatever. As he held Morrell's gaze, he knew, maybe it was in the way she sighed a deep sigh, or maybe it was the blank look in her eyes, he knew that she saw right through him. She knew how much he was hurting, and it saddened her that she couldn't do anything about it. There was so much life in the boy. Was.

He hated thinking about Scott, he hated the bitter sorrow that coursed through every fucking time he thought about him. He hated feeling this way. He hated that he felt so fucking alone. Like he had no one. And to be frank, he didn't. He had Scott, he had his dad, and that was about it. He never had more. He didn't need more. And now he's lost them both.

The silence that followed was deep, as Stiles tried to gather his thoughts.

"I thought we were forever." He hated the crack in his whisper, hated how it portrayed him as weak, he probably was though. He definitely was. "I imagined us through college, one of the best years of our lives, in a dorm room. A double wedding perhaps. We'd settle down in a small town, next door. Grow old. Together." He felt the tears build up in his eyes, rolling them as he bit into his lips. Trying to hold back the tears as his heart clenced with sorrow. "We were supposed to be together. But, I guess fucking not." The bitterness in his voice evident as day.

He paused, glancing at the clock hung on the opposite wall, ticking by. His breath cold and dry. "I hate him." He didn't. He just hoped that Scott would have stayed. With him. "I fucking hate the prick." He snickered. He hated this. Thinking about how he felt so fucking alone without Scott.

He always hated the silence. Maybe that was why he always ranted on like a humming bird on crack. And now it felt as it the silence was all that was left. And he hated it. He fucking hated it. And there was nothing he could do about it. If unhealthy hours of tumblring couldn't do the trick, he didn't know what would.

He felt hollow inside, and he wanted to fill that void. But he didn't know how to.

"What about Lydia? You seemed to be really fond of her. Tell me about her." Morell raised a teasing brow as she arched forward. Resting her chin on her knuckles.

Stiles snickered. He seemed to be seeing less and less of her these days. Maybe she was avoiding him. Or maybe he was avoiding her. It was probably a bit of both. He never considered her a friend in the first place, and he would be surprised if she considered him one. But if he was being honest, he would say that he missed her. Not too long ago, the mere mention of her name would have him grinning. It would make his insides twirl in a way he could not describe, he liked the feeling. He misses it. It made him feel like himself. And now there was nothing there, she was a stranger to him. He rarely see's her now. He missed it though. He misses Lydia. He misses Scott. His dad. Especially his dad. But he doesn't wanna think about it, he just wants to forget. He just wants everything to go back to normal. But he wonders if anything will ever be the same again.