Parallels | Dylan O'Brien

32 - Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici, Part 2

Los Angeles
-Lydia Moon-

I suddenly wanted to get over it. Go back to my universe with my friends and my abusive family. I suddenly didn't care anymore. I hurt the only person I ever truly loved and now I deserved to be punished and hit and shoved by my own stepfather. I didn't deserve Dylan.
I had left Dylan's apartment before he gotten back, like he asked me to. And I had finally gone back to my own flat. There was no Justin to be seen, he was probably out with some friends. I don't blame him. I've been in the same spot for over an hour, mindlessly scrolling down the Twitter app. I still found some posts on our kiss from that night at the club and saw how his fans reacted. Some were okay with it, others just threw accusations at my head. But I didn't mind. I deserved it all. I deserved all those curses and mean comments and so much more. If they knew what I did to their favorite person on this planet, they would probably come and find me and kill me. And I would let them.
"Darling, it's time," I look at the clock on the wall, it's already half past nine at night. I've been here longer than I thought I was. I haven't even eaten anything. I nod and get up to follow my uncle to the car. He'd bring me to the place where we had to cast the spell. A forest, he'd said. There's a clearing somewhere in the forest where it would be perfect. The trees surrounding it would enhance the spell, making sure it goes better.
"How are you feeling?" he asks while I stare out the window, looking at all the houses whizzing past us. How am I feeling? I'm not even sure. The man I love the most is angry with me and I probably won't even be able to say goodbye. Also, I'm going to be travelling to another universe. So, great.
"I'm fine," I lie, and I know he knows that.
"He'll show up," he reassures me, but I'm not sure if he's right. He didn't see the look on Dylan's face when I told him what happened. It was the most terrifying and upsetting thing I had ever seen. It's something I would never want to see again. Uncle Rich comes to a halt at my favorite coffee shop. I've been here a couple of times in the past month. I wonder what we're doing here now.
"Why are we stopping?" I ask my uncle as he opens his door.
"Just stopping for some coffee," he tells me with a smile and gets out. I get out too. A nice, warm latte macchiato might be just what I need to fill up the void Dylan has left. The shop is lit up like it normally would, but it doesn't seem like there's anyone inside. That is until Rich opens the door and my favorite people I met here stand in the middle with wide smiles and arms spread out.
"SURPRISE!" they shout together. I can't help but smile a little. This is so weird. It's not even my birthday, neither is this of any importance.
"What?!" I shout in confusion, a smile still tugging at my lips.
"Thought it was a nice idea to spend your last moments with all the people you met here," uncle Rich explains himself. I don't look at him, but I know he's smiling. I'm looking at the people in the shop though. There's Holland and Shelley, Dylan Sprayberry, Tyler Posey, and even Thomas Brodie-Sangster. Everyone except for Dylan. My Dylan. My dearest Dylan whom I've hurt and basically ripped apart into pieces. He's not going to show up. He's not coming to say goodbye. And I don't even blame him.
"A Latte Macchiato, Grande," Holland says as she puts a cup into my hands. She has a smile on her face, but her eyes say sympathy. Sympathy for what I'm going through. For my broken heart I've given myself. It's my own damn fault.
"Thanks, Holls," I say, "for everything, I mean. For being there and being my friend in a place I barely know, even in this totally crazy situation," she smiles again, and her eyes agree with it this time.
"That's okay, sweetie. You've been amazing to me too. You're an amazing woman and I don't want you to ever think otherwise, okay?" I nod slowly and take a sip from my coffee before it gets too cold. Sprayberry and Posey both walk up to us, smiles on their faces.
"We wanted you to have something, to take with you to your universe," Tyler says and hands me a small polaroid picture. It's one of all of us, when I came to visit them on the set of Teen Wolf. There's Sprayberry, Khylin, Shelley, Holland, Posey and Dylan with his arm around me and a proud smile on his face. It's probably one of my favorite things I've ever received. I feel tears welling up in my eyes. These guys have been so welcoming to me, even though I was a total bitch when I first got here. They've been like a family to me.
"Thanks, guys," I say, wiping the tears away and sniffling. All of them 'aw' and move in to hug me; all three of them. I feel all warm and toasty inside. For once I feel what love feels like. Family love. I'm never ever going to forget these guys. Not in a million years.