Lydia Martin is done with the supernatural. (fieldsmedal) wrote in motelca,
She still has her back turned to him when he asks her again, when he says his name. And just as she feared it would, it hurts. But not like it used to. Not with the surge of anger mixed with hope. It's not about missing Stiles anymore and knowing he's somewhere out there.
She instantly remembers looking at him, standing so close to her. Inches apart. But he wasn't there. Not her Stiles. No matter how much she still feels him. How much she still feels for him. He's gone.
And she can't look at Scott. She can't let him see the cracks in the shell she had built that she managed to hold on to for all of-- five minutes. She can't face him and tell him Stiles is gone. He's dead. He's not coming back.
But it's ripping her apart and she knows he can smell it on her. No matter how hard she wraps her arms around herself. No matter how hard she tries not to break down and cry. But she won't just give in. She can't stand to watch him break the way she's breaking. To watch him lose all hope the way she has.