teen wolf stories

beautiful goodbye || s.s.

A small rain was pouring when I parked my car outside her house. It would be our first time seeing each other since we had a major fight about how I always put the pack above her, always choosing it instead of being with her. We yelled, argued, until she kicked me out, saying she never wanted to see me again. But, last night, I got a phone call from her, she said we needed to talk, for real this time. By her tone I understood it was a serious matter and it scared the shit out of me.

As I made my way towards her place, I began to think my girlfriend probably had a strong point on our latest argument. Fuck, what really annoyed me was that I painfully knew that I had let her down way more than I should have. I suddenly remembered the nights when she only asked for me to make her company and I said 'no, I'm too busy now'. It was straight up stupid. How could I choose anything or anyone else than to be with the woman I love so much? Because I do. I love her. With all my soul, with all my heart.

Even before I knocked, her beautiful figure opened the door, quickly leading me up to her room. While we went up, I was able to notice her eyes were slightly puffy and her nose was red, which meant she was recently crying. The thought crafted a large lump on the bottom of my throat, I'd rather die a thousand times than to see an ounce of pain on her face.

"Babe, I am so sorry for the way I-" I started rambling, as soon as we had arrived our destination, however the woman brushed her fingers gently against my lips, shutting me up.

"Please, Stiles, just let me go first, okay?" Nodding, I agreed. "Right. Uh, before I made the call, I had done some really deep thinking. I reevaluated the whole dynamic of our relationship and I... I decided I can't do it any more, only because I don't want to end the best relationship I've had in the worst possible. I still want to be your friend."

"Don't break up with me."

"Baby, do you really think we can be together? You think you love me, but you don't. I'm just some rebound girl that showed up when Malia broke up with you."

"That's not true, I love you. More than anyone I have ever loved."

She smiled sadly, cupping my cheeks, her eyes getting glassier by the second. I rested my hands on each of her hips, gluing our foreheads together, gazes boring into one another. Although I had thought about it, I was definitely not ready to hear the actual words. It was too overwhelming, too real, so much I felt a tear sliding down, being captured swiftly by her thumb. Nonetheless, she was right, no matter how painful it was to admit.

"And I love you, Stiles, but let's be honest to each other. W-we don't work together."

"No, this is just a passing rain." My voice was hoarse when I denied. "I'm sure we can work this out. Together."

"I wish I could believe in that. I wish I didn't feel the way I do."

"Can't you give me at least one more chance?"

"Stiles, please..."

Her gorgeous eyes had so much sadness within that, involuntarily, I pulled her closer, hugging the girl as tight as I could. There is a saying, I believe, that you only realise how much you love someone when you lose them for good. I never truly gave much credit to that until now. She had been the first one I actually poured my heart to, the one who loved me in spite of my flaws. Letting her go would be the hardest decision I would ever make.

"I'm sorry, baby. For everything." I whispered, stroking her hair smoothly. "I never wanted you to feel like that."

"I know. But maybe we need this time apart to know what we want, if it's meant to be, you and me, we'll be together again."

"You are such a nice person. Fuck." Hiding my face on the crook of her neck, I tightened my arms around her waistline. "You shouldn't be telling me that, I don't deserve it."

"Look, Stiles, this isn't your fault. It's nobody's fault."

Without thinking straight, I pressed my lips onto hers, stealing a rather desperate kiss. She returned it with such kindness I wondered how would I go on not feeling her mouth anymore, her warmth, her. Entirely. After a minute or so, we broke apart, our breathing uneven for a bit. Mascara lines dirtied her cheeks, tears flowing down. My heart shattered into a million pieces.

"I think I should go."

"Yes, I think so."

Swallowing thickly, I left her room, knowing that I had officially lost the love of my life.