Malia Tate (hadafurcoat) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2017-05-14 16:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, ~2017 may, ~25 points, ~~malia tate (hadafurcoat), ~~stiles stilinski (itsawinterthing) |
WHO: Malia Tate and Stiles Stilinski
WHAT: Having lunch
WHEN: This afternoon
WHERE: Hinkles
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
Malia hoped so much that she wasn't making an enormous mistake. She knew that seeing him again would be painful. His scent was so familiar, and his face still so precious to her that even dreaming about him made her heart clench when she woke up. But despite the pain thinking about him caused her, she found herself still drawn to him. Despite how strong Malia was, and how much she hid her emotions from the world, she was still just a girl inside. A girl who had loved a boy very, very much. Feelings like that didn't go away easily, if they ever did. Hers certainly hadn't.
Despite that, Malia had changed a great deal from a few months ago. She'd grown more independent, and in doing so had gained a bit more confidence in herself. She'd learned to control her changes without leaning on Stiles. And more than either of those things, she'd come to understand how badly she'd treated him, how very, very much she'd taken him and his presence for granted. She'd assumed that he'd understood how much she'd loved him. Apparently he hadn't. And she regretted now not telling him that every day. She regretted every time she'd told him how weak he was, or how human. She wished instead that she'd told him all the things that she admired and loved about him. Maybe then he would have understood how dear to her he really was. Not telling him how much she loved him every single day would always be one of her greatest regrets.
She'd arrived at Hinkles early, which was a bit strange for her as she wasn't usually very prompt. She took a seat near the back where they could talk without being overheard, and ordered a milkshake. She didn't touch it, though. Instead, she kept watching the door, waiting for Stiles to arrive.