Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Growing Apart

 

Lately, Stiles and I have been growing apart. After dating for nearly two years, I feel him drifting away.

    We don't hold hands or kiss. He doesn't send good morning or night texts anymore. He doesn't even call to make sure I got home okay.

    I honestly don't know if we're still dating. But today, I'm just going to do what's right.     End it.

•••

  I knock on the door. The door opens after a couple seconds of waiting and Mr. Stilinski gives me a smile before telling me Stiles is in his room.

   I slowly walk up the stairs, dreading what I'm about to do.

  When I get to his door, I quietly knock.

  "Come in." I hear a voice say.

   I turn the handle and push on the door. Stiles is sitting at his desk, doing some homework.

   "Hey Stiles." He looks up from his work and gives me a weak smile.

  "Hey. What are you doing here?" He asks.

   I sigh. "We need to talk."

   As if he knows what I'm about to say, he puts down his pencil and goes to sit on his bed. I sit beside him.

  I clear my throat. "Lately, we've been really distant. We barely hang out anymore." He nods. "I mean, when was the last time either of us told we loved the other?"

  He looks down at his hands. "I'm sorry."

  "For what? It's not your fault. It happens."

  "I told you from the start I'll take care of you. I even gave you a necklace that has the infinity sign on it. We were supposed to be in love forever." He looks into my eyes. "You deserve better than me."

  "What? Stiles, I only want to break up because we're not acting like a couple anymore-"

  "Yeah, and I'm sorry." He sighs and rubs his hands over his face. "I'm sorry I did this to you. I-" He clears his throat. "I thought pushing you away would make you break up with me and I guess it worked but took way longer than I thought."

  I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. "So you pushed me away so I'd break up with you? Why didn't you just break up earlier than?" My heart is filled with hurt.

  "I didn't want to!" He yells. "I-I don't want to lose you."

  "You're not making any sense, Stiles."

  He sighs again. "I thought you would break up with me because we were pulling apart. I truly didn't want to break up, I wanted to see if you would.

  "Guys look at you all the time, y/n. Guys who are more popular, good looking, and better at lacrosse than me. Like I said, you deserve better." He ends his little rant in a whisper and continues playing with his fingers.

  I feel tears gather in my eyes. "Stiles." I use my finger to lift up his chin. "I love you the way you are. You're dorky, clumsy self. I don't want anyone else."

  He looks at me with hopeful eyes. "That's the first time you said it in months."

  "I stopped saying it because you did." I slightly smile. "Don't put yourself down, Stiles. You're perfect to me. You're you. And I never want to lose you."

  A tear falls from his eye and he wraps me in a hug. "I'm so sorry."

  I laugh softly. "It's okay."

  "I love you."

  "I love you, too."

This one probably didn't make sense but it did in my own head lolol
I'm out of writers block for my book I'm currently writing and I'm sorta stealing ideas from the internet for this one bc I'm not getting requests lolol I'm dumb
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