The Finding

5.

"Maybe it's just someone similar to his scent," Malia offered while she saw the worry in my face.

This CANT be possible. It has to be someone else. I saw his body in the hospital. I heard his heart stop.

The pack looks at me but I simply nod and continue walking ahead of them. This was supposed to hopefully get my mind off him but it isn't possible. It's impossible to not think of him. 

As I walked forwards, the smell would get stronger and stronger. Step by step. Second by second. I felt as if he were truly here with me. 

"Liam-" Theo began but I just nodded before closing my eyes. "I know, I heard his heart. It's just hard okay? You guys didn't know him like Corey and I did," oh god, Corey was so depressed. he didn't come out of his room. He only let me enter and when I would he would instantly break down crying.

He would hold on to me so tightly, afraid to let go. I was like that with Theo too at first. "I just, I need some fresh air alone, I'll meet you guys later," he went to grab a hold of me but Stiles held his arm back. 

"Let him go, he will be back later," was the last thing I heard before turning the corner and heading off to God knows where. I didn't pay attention, I just walked farther and farther. Still, the smell got stronger. 

Maybe coffee could help? 

Walking into the café, the scent was drowned by all the coffee. People here were either chatting with others, using an electronic, drinking coffee on their own, or reading. The music was played softly. 

Alone it is for me then.

Why weren't there any cafés like this back in Beacon Hills? Nevermind.

"Welcome, what can I get for you?" the barista behind the cashier asks. I honestly have no idea what to order. "Um, just do whatever you would get. I'm willing to try something new," she smiles before nodding. "Name?" 

"Liam."

I take a seat at a one on one table next to the window. Taking in my surroundings I watch as the teens in here would be laughing loudly and the people that were reading didn't seem to mind the loudness. 

They kinda seemed comforted by the sounds. As if they weren't alone. "Here you go Liam, this is my girlfriend and I's favorite," the barista smiles with teeth and handed me a drink that was covered. 

"Don't overthink it, just try it. Don't judge the color, just try it," she skips back to behind the cashier leaving me. Doing as told, I take a sip. The hot liquid burns my tongue at first but it was soon replaced by a French Vanilla taste. Some other taste was added but I didn't mind it. 

Taking another sip, I take in the scents other than the one from before. You know those authentic cafés where there's indie music and laugher. But there's also those readers? Yea this was an exact description of it.

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I was walking back to the Hotel after almost four hours of being in that café taking in the surroundings.

My mind was on Mason the entire time and I know you're probably tired of me moping over his loss but his scent was so warming. Refreshing kinda. It was an exact replica of his. How many people do you meet with the same scent?

It should- what if he is alive? That can't be possible though. All those months of believing he was dead. I must be going crazy! This could be my imagination paying tricks.

Then again, no one stays dead in Beacon Hills.

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Hellooooooo. So I recently started watching the show, Anne with an E, and must I say; Gilbert Blythe is hot. I really like that show it's really nice.

What shows are you into? Any recommendations?

Goodbye fellow people of the world. Until next time. 

Also, I feel like I haven't uploaded in like a month but really I just uploaded last week. I'm going crazy.