Let's start of with the sad one to get it over with :) or not. Just skip it if it's not your taste. But if you ever feel sad and want to make yourself feel worse, read this! 👍🏻❤️ love y'all! Oh and vote, it makes be feel better about myself ;)
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It has been 24 hours since Stiles Stilinksi had died.
Lydia opened the door to be greeted with complete darkness and an eerie silence.
Closing the door behind her and slowly felt for the light switch. Hoping the longer it would take, the darkness might take her in.
The light switched on, shining over their home. It didn't feel like a home without him. A house. A empty space.
Walking up the stairs, all was heard was her heavy footsteps and shaky breathes.
"Miss can you tell us what happened?"
Breathe.
"Miss?"
Breathe.
"What happened?"
Another shaky breath rattled her body.
Slowly taking of her shoes and coat and dropping them to an empty place in her empty room, she lay down onto their bed.
"Alright! Leave her alone!" He pushed the police officer away.
"Lydia?" He held her by her shoulders, he was trying to be strong. It was just a mask, he was shocked- we all are shocked. But it was more then that. It wasn't just shocked, it was how unexpected the death of the local high school boy was. How unexpected the death of his son was, her boyfriend. Her love.
"Please, what happened?" His voice broke.
She couldn't speak, the words were trapped, she opened her mouth and had to rearrange the words but they wouldn't come out, they just wouldn't!
She looked up, tears pricked her eyes-"Sheriff-I-he-Stiles" the last word hurt. His father blinked back his own tears and his face mouth twitched.
There was a silent moment shared between both even over the large loud hospital.
With a deep breath-"Lydia, I think you should get home-" he avoided her eyes"- and get some sleep."
How? How was she supposed to sleep? Without him? She knew why he avoided her eye. He thought it was her fault. It was.
It was my fault.
I killed him.
Dread washed over her as she lay as still as a corpse in their cold bed.
This was their bed, they cuddled, spooned, cried, laughed, watched tv, argued, broke up, made love to each other...
She could slowly feel the bed beside her dip.
In confusion, she slowly opened her eyes to see a dark silhouette of the boy she loved.
He lie down beside her in silence.
Then she slowly turned towards him, feeling a sense of déjà Vue.
He was looking up at the ceiling, holding his hands across his lower stomach.
"Please," a quiet sob passed her lips "Stiles... please" she looked at him "...come back to me".
A long moment passed and then ever so slowly his head turned towards her and smiled.
"I will always be with you."
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