Initiate // Sterek

~epilogue~

Lydia walked towards the checkout of the grocery store, flowers in her hands. Flowers weren't enough, and they never would be. But it would have to do.

Six months, and everything was different.

The first few weeks were agonising. Lydia and everyone else had managed to get out, and ran, screaming for help. Derek was already close to dying and it was obvious Stiles wasn't too far off either.

It was ironic, she thinks looking back now, how all of the humans survived. Survived, she says, because none of them really lived after it. It was bad, really bad. Scott was one of the worst. He wouldn't talk to anyone, not even his mom, who had cried when she had seen him. He was a walking statue, void and emotionless. Isaac had tried to help, but it wouldn't work. Isaac eventually stopped trying to help because he thought he would make it worse. Scott grieved, long and hard.

Lydia didn't know about Malia. Nobody had seen her since after Stiles' jeep had been found. Lydia hoped she was alive and okay. Her cousin and her only friend had died. She was probably never going to be okay.

Lydia wished she could say the group all stuck together after the whole ordeal, but that isn't true. She herself had moved to a town not too far away. She wasn't ready to leave everything behind her just yet. She had found someone who could help her developed her 'talents', and she was dealing with it as well as she could. The twins, Boyd and Erica all left, and Lydia hadn't heard a lot from them except for infrequent updates saying that everything was fine.
Scott didn't go back to school, instead Isaac persuaded him to go on a road trip for a while. Lydia was happy for them. Scott needed it, and Isaac needed time with him.

After she paid for the flowers she got into her car, and opened the glove compartment. She pulled out two pictures. One of her and Stiles, it had been taken a couple of years ago when he had bought her a TV for her birthday. She smiled at the memory before pulling out the other one. She was still amazed that it it existed. It was a 'selfie' of Stiles and Derek that had been taken before everything had started. Stiles was the one taking it, he was smiling like a dork while Derek was smiling more to himself. Sheriff Stilinksi had found it on the floor in Stiles' room, and he hadn't known who else to give it to.

She put them away. She never took the pictures out much before then, but she felt like she need to see them again before she visited their graves. She told herself that this would be the last time, at least for a while. She needed to move on from Stiles and Derek.

Stiles Stilinksi and Derek Hale.

They hadn't known it would end that way, and that's what made it so much worse.
She always thought of them like Romeo and Juliet. A pair of star-crossed lovers, forbidden from being together. Destined to end badly.

These violent delights have violent ends.