He Loved Life So Much That It B R O K E Him

“Ouch to you, too,” Malia winced. Stiles had stepped straight on her foot, and it hadn’t felt good at all. “Since you totally asked, I’m bringing your dad his favorite,” she said, showing him the pound of coffee grounds. “With the abominable snow-woman around, late nights and no sleep are in the forecast,” she added in a faux-newsperson voice. “For real though,” she added, “I bring him a pound of coffee a week and he buys me dinner.” She realized Stiles had been on his way out. “Where are you going? We could eat together,” she suggested.

Stiles looked at her for a long moment. "I'm... No where. I'm headed nowhere. So yeah. Id like that.” He got to his feet and glanced at her. “I have to say, I’m amused that you’re his coffee source. I was curious. I never see him buy it.” He glanced at her. “So maybe you can catch me up on the whole forecast, huh? How are you by the way?”

Kira frowned slightly when she saw his reaction. She had heard bits and pieces from others about what happened between Stiles and Lydia. Sadly, they weren’t together anymore, but she didn’t want to bring that up at the moment. “Aside from being stressed out about a crazy snow woman that can freeze people to death and then just disappear into thin air, I’m alright,” she replied with a hint of sarcasm. “How about you?”

Stiles grimaced. He should be involved in this snow woman. "I'm... I dunno. Fine. I guess. I dunno." He shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck. “I dunno.” He sat on one of the porch steps. “I uh... So, what’s the story on this snow witch thing? I don’t suppose she sings catchy disney ballads huh?”

“So..you’ve had panic attacks..right?”

Stiles felt his blood go cold. "Yeah. Theyre kind of a part of life."

Talia rolled her eyes at her friend. “I want you to talk to her. Literally, that’s all you have to do.” She insisted as she grabbed his hand and sighed. “She’s really not in a good place right now. And I can tell she needs you. You need her too."She was a firm believer that Stiles and Lydia were meant for each other, and she didn’t care what anyone else said.

Stiles shook his head. "She dumped me. She dumped me. So I don’t know why shed need me." He tried hard to not grit his teeth. “She uh, she made that clear. She doesn’t need me anymore.”

The second Stiles’ lips found their way onto Lydia’s, her eyes shot back open for a moment in shock. But then she relaxed into the kiss and closed her eyes again, almost as if there was never a break between the two of them. Lydia wanted to be surprised at the way she felt so at home when Stiles kissed her but really, she wasn’t- this was the person she should be spending her life with. She was already aware of that. Every part of Lydia was telling her to pull away, though. Maybe for a split second she was afraid the orderlies at Eichen would somehow do something to Stiles because of this but then Lydia reminded herself that that was over. So why had she waited so long to speak to Stiles again? Perhaps she was always terrified now that they would hurt him, even if they were gone. All of those thoughts were running through Lydia’s mind but she also felt the desire to kiss Stiles even more, just like they had when they were together. She did for a few moments but then quickly stopped herself- she wasn’t allowed to do this anymore. She left him. “S-Stiles” Lydia said quietly as she pulled away, her breathing shaky but also steady She kept her face close to his as though moving away from him would break her completely. She hated how much she needed him. “W-why did you that?” Lydia found herself saying before she could even process. “You should’ve let me-” But she stopped herself this time. He should’ve let her continue to suffer alone. It’s what she deserved after what she did to him. “You didn’t have to.” Lydia finally decided on saying as a few more tears fell down her cheek. Of all people to see her such a disaster, Stiles was the very last one she wanted.

Stiles stared at her for a long moment. "I... I didn't need to have to..." He slowly used his thumb to wipe away her tears. “I... I know what those are like and I wouldn’t- I couldn’t just let yo...” He cleared his throat, readjusting his legs to sit more comfortably. God, he missed her. And of course he would do anything for her. She was Lydia, his Lydia. he loved her with every ounce of his being. But he couldn’t say that. Not anymore. Even though it was obvious, even though everyone knew he was still in love with her. He had to try to keep face, at least a little. “I would’ve done it for any-” the word died in his throat. Because he wouldn’t have. He would have been there, but he would never kiss just anyone. He would never go to the lengths he would for Lydia. “No. that...” He let out a shaky breath before looking at her, forcing himself to look at her. She was an angel with the face to prove it. His heart actually ached at the sight of her. “That’s a lie. I wouldn’t do it for anyone. I’d do anything for you.” He quickly jerked his gaze back to the floor. His mind kept trying to wander to the day in the locker room, where she had done it for him, where they had say like this. And another day where she had kissed him to stop his panic attack after he had told her about Donovan.

Turning her head, she shrugged her shoulders slightly and cleared her throat. “I-I’ll be just fine, should probably get home.” Anastasia explains and nods her head. “Yes, that’s my name.”

Stiles hesitated before speaking again. "If you need help with anything... I mean... I could lend an ear."

On her way home from the library after attempting to do some research about the yuki-onna, Kira began walking through the fairly empty streets of the town, her rucksack hung loosely on one shoulder and a few books in her arms. She remembered that her mom had once told her the story about the infamous snow woman from Japanese folklore when she was younger, but she never imagined that she would encounter her in real life. The kitsune heard footsteps approaching from behind, but she was too late to step out of the way, accidentally making someone trip. “Stiles!” she exclaimed. “Sorry about that. Uh…no, there’s no reason. I was just walking home. I haven’t talked to you in a while, though. Not sure if you’ve heard, but we’ve got a new villain lurking around here.”

Stiles looked at her for  moment. “Yeah... I just uh... Yeah...” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I know I should be in the middle of it, I just...” He shook his head. He was lost. he’d lost his way. That was it. “How are you?”

“There’s a very good reason Stilinski. You vanish without a trace, when Lydia needs you the most, so of course once I caught your scent and I knew that you were here, I decided to wait until you came out because I knew you would eventually. Man I don’t know what’s worse, the fact that McCall just disappears and says nothing to his pack, or you disappear when you need to be here for Lydia. Actually, I’m going with the latter.”

Stiles stared at him. “No, you know what? First of all, it’s not your business. Second of all, you don’t get to tell me what to do. And third of all, Lydia is not my business. She dumped me, Whittemore. She dumped me. She doesn’t want me around, so why would I try to force my company on her? I didn’t leave her.” Stiles got up and looked the other boy in the face. “She left me.”

stilinisms:

“I wasn’t stationed outside your house, I was getting ready to hit the doorbell”.

“Right... So... What’s up?”

“I was just passing by, but I felt a weird energy here, so I guess I simply zoned out I guess.” The boy shrugged it off, passing his instance as normal. He arched his brow, but still offered the male a smile. “Do you always trip over people?” he chuckled.

Stiles raised an eyebrow. “Uh... I dunno,” he muttered. The correct answer was probably yes, but...  “Energy?” He looked at him curiously, his detective senses coming to life. “Like what?”

Noah wished he was with someone that night, someone in whom he could confide in, but he knew better than to bring him to the party. Running his calculations, he wandered trying to find a way to ease his thoughts, and make a plan of attack for their new threat. “No reason, I’m just here is all. What about it?”

Stiles looked at him for a moment before pulling himself onto the porch steps and looking at him. “I guess I just.. didn’t expect it..” He looked at him for a moment before saying, “Noah, right?”

Looking up as she blinked, arms reaching up as she stretched, Anastasia just sat right up and looked down at her hands, trying hard to cover up the small stains of blood. “Er, I don’t actually know, s-sorry.” She mumbles and quickly gets up, already walking past him that way she could quickly go home and wash her hands.

Stiles looked up and shook his head. “Hey, hang on. Are you okay?” She seemed distraught, maybe confused or stressed. But he remembered running into her before. “Anastasia, right?”

Talia heard Stiles’ footsteps approaching, but she was too late to move out of the way as he tripped over her. She resisted the urge to laugh when he asked her a question, since she could tell he wasn’t amused. She’d come there to talk with him about Lydia, since the banshee had been having a pretty hard time recently. She had a feeling Stiles would help, and she was afraid of what would happen if she didn’t do anything about it. Obviously something was very wrong with Lydia, even if she didn’t want to admit it. She wasn’t acting like herself, and when Talia had nearly killed her while being possessed by whatever the hell was at her party, she didn’t even try to fight it. It was almost like she wanted it to happen, and that scared the hell out of Talia. She stood up and helped him off the ground, then raised her eyebrows at him. “I came to talk to you about Lydia,” She stated matter-of-factly, before pausing and speaking again before he could protest. “Both of you are obviously a mess. And don’t try to deny it, because I can hear your heartbeat.”

Stiles slowly pushed himself into more of a sitting position, his eyes falling down to his shoes, now unable to look her in the eye. “I...” He cleared his throat “Yeah, okay. I miss her. So what?” He looked up at her. “She doesn’t want to be with me, Talia. I don’t know what you want from me.”

When Lydia saw Stiles, she thought for a second that she had been dreaming. It had been so long since the banshee even spoke to him that she convinced herself he couldn’t have actually shown up to her house. It wasn’t until she felt the gentle touch of his hand on her cheek that she was snapped back into reality- Stiles was really at her house, and he was seeing her look like a complete and total disaster. Having a full on meltdown. That wasn’t how she imagined their first conversation going and the thought alone was enough to make Lydia start to panic even more. She couldn’t help but think about how she lost the one person she ever truly loved, and what happened that made her lose him like that to begin with. Not to mention how her life had completely taken a downward spiral since the very moment she walked away from Stiles. All of that was making Lydia work herself up far too much as she shook her head, desperately trying to breathe but not being able to. “I can-I can’t, Stiles.”

Stiles stared at her for a moment, his heart racing. It almost seemed like he’d made it worse. He wasn’t sued to being on this end of things. Last time, it had been with Scott and e had been able to stop it y letting him think it was asthma. But... With Lydia? But then... then it hit him. He wasn't sure it would work, he wasn’t even sure it wouldn’t make it worse. It was a gamble for sure but... He did’ know what else to do. He took a slow breathe before cupping her face in his hands. “Lydia,” he whispered. He took another breathe and then pressed his lips against hers, desperate to help her, to stop her pain.