Violet

Heartbreak

"We can't be together." I burst into Stiles' room the moment I hear the Sheriff leave for work.

"What?" Stiles bunches his brows together as he pulls his shirt over his head.

"My mom, she...she didn't just feel guilty for my dad's death. She caused it." Tears are starting to gather in my eyes as I speak, explaining what I read in the journal last night. "She drained the life from him and I'm afraid I'm going to do the same to you, I'm going to kill you." I'm crying now and Stiles pulls me into his arms.

"Hey, shh, Vi. Slow down."

I pull away from him, knowing if I don't keep my distance I won't be able to go through with my decision.

He looks at me with hurt and confusion in his eyes and I want nothing more than to go back to his embrace, but I can't allow myself to do that.

"Stiles. We can't. I don't want to hurt you." I wipe the tears from my cheeks.

"You would never hurt me, Violet." He speaks softly and takes a step towards me, I take one back.

"Vi..." Stiles looks deeply wounded by my actions.

"His body was a hollow husk, that's what my mother wrote." I sniffle, trying to blink the remainder of my tears away.

I know if I keep crying he'll take me into his arms again and I'll let him. It's the only place I want to be, but I have to keep him safe.

"He was the love of her life, but she killed him anyway. She couldn't stop it, and neither can I. I'm a Siren, Stiles, a monster."

I look at Stiles, he's looking at the floor. I can visualize the gears in his head turning and I know he's not going to accept this.

"No. No, I'm not accepting this."

Told you.

"Vi, you don't have to do this. I don't want to be without you." He takes a step forward and takes my hand. "I really like you." Stiles reaches a hand up and cups my face, rubbing his thumb along my cheek affectionately.

"I really like you too, Stiles. But-"

"We'll figure it out."

Stiles leans in to kiss me and I disappoint myself by letting him. I kiss him back with all the passion I can muster, because this is the last time I can allow myself to do it.

I break our kiss but stay close to him. I look into his warm brown eyes and I hate myself for what I'm about to say but I can't ignore the possibility.

"Stiles... how do we even know this is real?"

There's that pitiful, wounded look again.

"Don't. Don't say that to me." He grabs both sides of my face and presses his forehead to mine, the action reminds me of our first time together and I almost start to cry again.

"Stiles." I back away from him and sit on the bed.

"We've only known each other for a short time, yet we have this... intense connection."

"And? It can't be real just because it happened quickly?" He sits down beside me, resting his hand on my thigh.

"What if you only care about me because I'm making you, somehow. Because of what I am." I look at him, searching his eyes.

"Is that really what you think?" He brings his hand to my face but I stand up before it touches me.

"I don't know what to think. But I do know we have to end this." I gesture between us.