Stiles Stilinski Imagines 🦊

:When I First Laid My Eyes On You:

* Listen to: The Night We Met - Lord Huron *

Word Count: 924

Stiles P.O.V:

Another sleepless night, another night alone, another night wishing she was here with me. My bed felt cold. I was laying on my back with one arm behind my head. My chest was softly rising up and down. I couldn't help but chew on my lower lip as I stared up at my bedroom ceiling. My heart ached noticing the empty spot beside me. It was her spot and I refused to lay on her side. She was never going to lay on that side ever again. Tears cascaded down the side of my eyes as I tried to remember her face. I loved the way her smile would reach her Y/C/E eyes. The way she would play with her Y/C/H hair when she was deep in thought. The way her pink lips felt against mine. The more I would try to remember I realized that it was getting harder to kept remembering. Y/N passed away a year ago today. She died in my arms as I held her close to me. If I thought long and hard I would get a small memory of how soft her skin was. 

I threw my comforter off my body as my legs swung off the side of my bed. My head fell into my hands as I rubbed the stress from my eyes. I couldn't keep going like this. This heaviness was weighing me down to a place I couldn't go. My eyes wondered over towards the picture frame she gave me on my 17th birthday. She placed her favorite picture of us in there. It was a picture from our third date. We went bowling and afterwards we bought ice cream. She playful pressed her ice cream on my cheek leaving some residue. I tried wiping it on her face. My eyes closed as the memory of her laugh filled my ears. Soon it was replaced by her screams. My breathing was coming out in short pants as the image of her bleeding out on the paved floor crossed my mind. Her lips were trembling as a shaky hand was holding her wound. 

"Stiles! Please go! Leave before he kills you!" Her voice came out in fear as she watched me with wide eyes. 

"NO! I'm not leaving you!" I yelled back as I tried to run towards her but there was an invisible wall keeping me from her.

Tears fell from her perfect eyes as she watched my struggle, "Stiles, I love you so much. Please forgive me."

In one swift motion she pushed the knife deeper into her stomach. My screams grew louder as I watched the life leave her eyes. Y/N sacrificed herself that night in order to save us all. She did, she saved everyone. My brave girl gave her life. 

A sob broke from me as the memory of her death played over and over again. I shot off my bed as I started to break things around my room. My cried never lessened as I kept throwing things against my walls. I was bitter and still mourning her death. The one who had my heart. The one girl who was suppose to be my life, my world, my future, and now she was just a distant memory. I dropped down to my knees as a wounded cry left my lips. The sound of my bedroom door opening caused me to look up. 

My father was standing in my doorway as he watched me with sad eyes, "Stiles." 

I felt myself fall apart once more at the way my dad was looking at me, "It stills hurts dad. It hurts so much." My voice cracked as a new set of sobs left me. 

He was quick to walk over to me as he picked me up from the ground, "I know it does." He embraced me tightly as he let me vent out my feelings, "She wouldn't want you to keep mourning for her. She would want you to move on, son."

"I can't dad. She was the one for me." I had my face buried in his shoulder as my hands tightly gripped his shirt, "I just wish I could go back to the night we met. If she didn't meet me that night...she would still be alive today." 

My father looked down at me, "Don't think like that. Her death was not your fault. She would tell you right now that what you are thinking, it's not true. You two were meant to meet that night. I'm sure she wouldn't change it for the world. That would me you two wouldn't share all those wonderful memories." 

"I can't help it. I'm scared, dad." I watched him as I wiped a few scattered tears, "I'm forgetting the sound of her voice. I can hardly remember the way she felt, they way her laugh would sound, or they way her eyes would shine every time she would find something funny." 

My dad placed his hand on my chest as he gave it a slight tap, "Remember, Stiles. She is right here and she will always be right there." 

My lips tremble again as I hugged my father once more. I knew he was right. Everything that Y/N and I went through wasn't for nothing. She will forever be in my heart. Who knows maybe one day we will be reunited. Until then I will learn to get through this heart break. 

~ Written on April 15, 2018 ~