WHO: Malia Tate and OPEN WHAT: On her way to Kira's WHEN: After her network post WHERE: Walmart frozen aisle WARNINGS: Sadness, werecoyote with a broken heart STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Although she wasn't sure how exactly, Malia had heard that ice cream was supposed to help with a broken heart. It was, after all, what was in all the movies and tv shows about broken hearts. The girl would cry a little, eat a gallon of ice cream, and then everything would be okay again. It had all made sense to Malia before tonight, but now it sounded like the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard. How was frozen milk, chocolate or not, going to make this any better? It was kind of like trying to cure a bullet wound with a bandaid.
Dammit, she had no idea that anything non-physical could hurt so much. Thoughts of Stiles kept running through her mind. The first time she'd seen him, in the woods when she was changed back. How he was waiting in his dad's patrol car when she'd been returned to Henry Tate. Their first auspicious meeting at Eichen House. The way they'd bonded, and she'd given him her heart on that couch in the basement. Helping him through the guilt he felt over the Nogitsune. Studying in his bedroom. How he'd helped her find control. How gentle and kind he'd been with her when she'd almost died in the school. The nights they'd spent spooning, with him always the little spoon. So many other memories, big and small. And it hurt so badly to remember them now, knowing what had happened. Knowing that she'd only been a brief intermission in his love for Lydia. She was someone he'd learned from. Lydia was the one he'd loved.
But it hadn't been that way for Malia. She'd loved him completely and entirely. He was her anchor partly because he was the only thing that made her want to stay human. She!d hoped, even after they'd had their problems at the beginning of senior year that they'd be able to work things out. They'd get back together, right? Because she loved him and because there was a place for her in his plan. He'd told her that when they'd stood in the rain outside the high school that night before everything had fallen apart, and she'd believed him,
But it had been a lie, just like everything else. He'd never loved her.
Suddenly, she realized that her shirt was damp and it took her a second to figure out why.
Dammit. Tears were streaming unchecked down her cheeks, swiftly, one after another. She was crying like a baby in the ice cream aisle at Walmart, great. She was beginning to wonder if this night could possibly get any worse.