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stydia- falling

ignoren si hay errores de gramática, tal vez mañana publique la versión en español:^]

what if i'm down? what if i'm out?
what if i'm someone you won't talk about?
i'm falling again, i'm falling again, i'm fallin'
harry styles, falling.

Lydia rested her face on Stiles' chest, trying to get some sleep. Her breath was regular now, nothing in comparison with a few moments before when she almost got killed. Her hand was also on top of his chest, more particularly two of her fingers. They were tickling, pretty much as if she was pressing a button multiple times with small pleasant pauses between each touch.

Stiles questioned himself if she was doing it as some kind of breathing exercise to calm herself, or if she was counting his heartbeats. He realized it was the second option when the girl stopped the movement the moment she finally fell asleep. If Stiles was honest, he almost felt like his heart stopped beating when her fingers stopped moving. Like if her touch was a reminder that his heart was supposed to do that. He often wondered, if your heart is represented by a person, do they rule your heartbeats too? Your life itself? Is that why when that person is close to you, your heart beats like crazy? Is that the reason why you can't breathe until you're with them? Or it's maybe that the reason your heart stops when you're afraid that something might happen to them?

When everything happened to Lydia, Stiles forgot that he had a heart. He forgot about his own existence. Fuck, he even forgot about time. Even though all happened in question of minutes, he felt like a eternity had happened; like he was stuck in a nightmare bucle, meant to have him trapped seeing Lydia getting hurt, where all of his attempts to save her are destined to fail.

Lydia had been having a lot of problems with her powers. The worst of them were that her connection with death had been causing that lost souls and scary entities tried to get into Lydia's body and use her to communicate their thoughts, cause pain, and provoque fear. It obviously caused physical and psychological consequences on her, and she was exhausted of it. She wanted to stop it, and if in the worst scenario it wasn't possible, to control it. She talked about it with the pack, and Malia suggested Stiles' old fashioned method; chains. It wouldn't be very helpful to get the entities away, but at least it would prevent Lydia from hurting herself or others until they find a better idea. Of course, Stiles was against it. When he did it with Malia it was totally different, she's a werecoyote! She has super strength. In the other hand, Lydia barely had enough physical strength to stay up anymore. The last attacks she suffered drained all of her physical strength. Emphasis in physical, because Martin has more emotional and psychological strength than all of them together. Any of them would be able to survive what she's been through.

Nobody listened to him, so they chained Lydia to her bed. Stiles got the deal that only one of her ankles would be chained to the bed. Malia and Stiles himself would stay with Lydia in that room, while Allison, Scott, Kira and Liam would be in the one next door. There were two beds, so Lydia and Malia got one each and Stiles slept in the couch. Although he didn't sleep at all, he was just laying there. Lydia would catch him watching her and would smile at him from time to time. Her smile had changed so much through the years. From the big and bright smile that would bring joy and make everyone happy, to the sad, exhausted one. Her smile remains being beautiful to him, obviously; but it hurt. It hurt like hell. It hurt seeing her struggling so hard.

Stiles closed his eyes for a couple of seconds. He swears they were about five of them. But then, suddenly, he hears something falling against the floor. It's Lydia. She's with her eyes closed, but her body is moving. Not like she's sleepwalking, but like if something's grabbing her from her ankle and dragging her out of the room. She can't leave because of the chains, but the force remains with the attempt of getting her out of the room. Stiles immediately gets out of the couch, trowing himself next to Lydia, trying to put her again into the bed.